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308 In the Mist. which ought to have convinced him to the contrary; but meeting his angry, suspicious gaze, her face froze again. ‘You have not taken much trouble to keep it,” was her reply. He drew a quick breath and stepped back from her. ‘ I see—it is as I thought,” he muttered, with an expression in his eyes that almost marred the beauty of his face. ‘As such is the case,” he resumed, speaking slowly and with difficulty, “I release you from your promise. I will not wed a woman whose heart is elsewhere. But listen”—he caught her wrist, bending his angry face close to hers—‘‘if you will not be my wife you shall be no other man’s. I will kill you first.” She drew back with a faint cry, turning suddenly pale. “Tremaine, you forget yourself!” I interposed. ‘‘ Your temper betrays you into conduct that you will blush for later. ‘Threats and violence—for shame!” And, to do him justice, he looked ashamed already of his outburst. | ‘““Come, come,” I continued paternally, “‘you are both wrong. Temper on one side, pride on the other. Forgive and forget, both of you, and resolve that this shall be your last quarrel.” “That it certainly shall be,” Winnie said quickly, but in a tone of esolution that was new to her. Her young face had a hard, resent- ‘ful look that altered it strangely. “You have given me my freedom,” she continued, turning to Noel; ‘‘I accept it. Here is your ring. Henceforth you and I are strangers.” She held it out to him, and as he made no movement to take it, threw it at his feet, and went her way, with a firm step and erect figure, taking the road over the moor towards Borlace Court, as the old-fashioned manor-house was called. Tremaine mechanically picked up the ring, and stood, looking after her, with a blank, incredulous expression, as if he hardly realised what had happened. ‘The tempest of passion had passed as quickly as it rose, leaving pain and remorse behind. ‘Do you think she is in earnest, Mr. Glynn ?” he asked at last, in a tone of dismay. “It looks very like it,” I answered dryly. ‘You think she really intends to take me at my word, and ——— But, good heavens, I did not mean it! I was so maddened with jealousy I hardly knew what I said.” ‘Vou must have been mad indeed to believe for a moment that Walter Borlace had taken your place in her heart,” I said. ‘‘She did not contradict me,” he muttered. ‘Pride sealed her lips, but her face spoke for her, if you had had eyes to see.” He was silent a moment, looking down. His colour came and went; his face was troubled and remorseful. “T have acted like a fool!” he burst out at last. “I know that ECOPMIC LOOKS, (E00)