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TEMPTER AND TEMPTED. ; 39 ‘countenance the-secret he was seeking to hide from her. | ‘Earning my livifig honestly,’? she answered at last, in a hard, emotionless voice. ‘‘I hope you can say the same.”? Haynes flushed darkly, but, controlling the anger which this insinuation aroused in him, he said, with a shrug of his shoulders, and with cynical indiffer- ence as to what she might think of the confession contained in his words: ‘“Thanks, but that is scarcely in my line. And how are you earning your living, may I ask ?”? **In the circus.’’ ‘‘So, you’ve gone back to the old work, eh?” ‘‘Yes,’?’ she replied, bitterly, ‘‘to the old work of dreary drudgery, the pitiful tinseled shams and gaudy make-believes, back to it all, with a heart broken and dead—killed by a heartless libertine.’’ Haynes drew a cigarette case from his pocket, se- lected one of the paper covered rolls of tobacco, and calmly lighted it. ‘The heartless libertine referred to was himself, and he knew it, but he cared little for any epithet that this woman might apply to him. ‘*Yes,’’ he said, with a careless, cynical smile, and examining her with anything but flattering eyes, with eyes that took in’every defect caused by age and misery. ‘‘Yes, you look a bit different now to what © you did when you were brilliant Carmine Sivella, the mistress of Helliwell Mansion, the aristocratic — decoy house and gambling den.” Hilda shivered and raised one gloved hand, halt in oo half in threat. ° 3 Co) icbooks é - 7 ‘ \ wv . % Gn a. co