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7 112 = WEAKER THAN A WOMAN. with asense of hope in his heart that was hereafter to cause him only more deadly pain. The wrong that she did him in letting him leave her with the truth untold was as great as the wrong she had done him in breaking her plghted troth. CHAPTER XXII. “AM I NOT KIND 2” Felix was at rest for a short time. When he grew calmer and thought more carefully about Mrs. Haye’s letter, he ceased to feel any great surprise. Mrs. Haye was, he knew, a worldly woman, and nothing was more natural under the circumstances than that she should cease to care for her daughter’s marriage with him. But, with the hope that had sprung up afresh in his heart, it seemed to him that his strength and his energy had no bounds, that he could work as noone had ever worked. Violet was the mainspring of it all. If he lost her, he knew that he should never care to do another hour’s labor. He began afresh with such zeal, such energy, such industry and perse- verance, that every one wondered at him. He let them wonder, he knew why he was working. And, while he was counting the hours, trying to turn each one into gold, Sir Owen was busy, too. He had come to a perfect understanding with Mr. and Mrs. Haye. He told them that he would cheerfully give half his fortune to make Violet his wife. He had asked them to help him, and had promised them their reward. Mrs. Haye went on a short visit to her cousin, and was dismayed to hear from Violet that Felix had been to see her, that he had gone back home with the hope that all was right. “Why did you not tell him the truth, Violet?” asked Mrs. Haye, sternly. “It was cruel to deceive him further.” “T could not, mamma,” she replied, her eyes filling with tears; “he looked so ill and unhappy, I could not.” “It was cruel kindness, Violet,” declared Mrs. Haye, but she said no more, knowing thatin her daughter’s place, she should have done the same thing. } It was arranged that Sir Owen should go down to North Alton and renew his offer of marriage. If Violet consented, the marriage must take place, Mrs. Haye said, in London. If they were married at Lilford, Felix Lonsdale was quite capable of going into the church, and taking the bride from the altar. She was sorry for him, and she felt that comic