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THE TWO DOORS 201 peeped in, but not liking the appearance, did not cross the threshold.’’ “For my own part,’ observed Jocelyn, “‘ I cannot help wondering that you find courage enough to live in this gloomy abode.”’ ‘“Courage, indeed! ”’ said Mrs. Roberts, bitterly, ‘‘ had you not a pretty specimen of my cowardice this evening? ”’ ‘‘ Pardon me for making an observation so indiscreet, so improper,’ interrupted Jocelyn. ‘ Believe me, madam, I would not for the world aggravate your sorrow. It is, beyond doubt, already too great for you to endure. No, not for worlds would I enhance it,”’ he added, with that generous vehemence which showed that the assurance came gushing up from the recesses of his heart. ‘I believe you, I believe you, Mr. Loftus,’’ said the lady, extending her hand toward him. ‘Then, with a peculiar smile suddenly appearing upon her countenance, she said, ‘“ T suppose that I am to call you Mr. Loftus? ”’ ‘Yes, if you please,’’ was the quick response. ‘* That other name, I believe that I have renounced it for ever — But no matter, I await in anxiety any explanations you may have to give me.” ‘“ Mr. Loftus,’ resumed the lady, motioning him to take a seat, and placing herself in a chair at a little distance from the one which he took, ‘in the first place, I must speak about myself. After what has occurred this evening you have a right to know something about me. Nay, do not interrupt me; I know full well what you would say. You would tell me that the service you have rendered me forms not in your estimation any claim upon my confidence. But I think otherwise. At all events, I feel as if Heaven itself threw you in my way. I cannot fancy that it was a mere accident, one of the common incidents of life, which thus brought us together. I therefore feel a desire, so to speak, a craving, a longing, to tell you somewhat of my own history. It seems to me as if it would be a solace and a consolation thus to unburden myself partially to you. Nor will there be anything indiscreet or improper in this, for although you are SO young a man, and I am not so very much farther ad- vanced in years,’ she observed, with a melancholy smile, “yet do circumstances cause us to stand in the light of friends, so that the confidence which I may impart and you receive CORNICLOO© <S (CO)