t, trouble, and sympathy looking out of his frank eyes at the girl who knelt before him, her delicate, tapering hands pressed together, her white face looking up piteously,

me! sa

he uttered, almost unconsciou

p, dark river, and fling myself in. But I do not want to die. I only want to get away from this terrible p

in a simplicity and innocence as complete as a child's, she claimed his promise. N

otions. That he must help her he had

tion. His thoughts were in such a tumult that

and he sai

an man could I let this thing go on and make no

iously with her straining gaz

it is not safe to remain out here longer. They may come out here and find me at any moment

e, then she rose a

th sudden desperation, "Should-should you not come back

y; "I will soon return. Trust me wholly

yes,"

ew them. Frank and child-like as she was, she was coy and shy as a

y which I can gain the street without

ing swiftly and going across the garden to a sm

up, thrusting shyly into his hand some dewy rosebuds she ha

mon ami," she b

the garden or the house. Be as natural as you can.

kened by the occurrences of the last hour. He pulled a cigar from his breast-pocket, lighted it, and walked slowly along the wide and almost dese

ent, with that deadly peril menacing her young life, flung herself down upon a garden-seat

re looks tha

their fa

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om shame a