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The Colonel took his wife's arm, “My dear!” he cried, with a tone drawing her close to him, leaning of compunction and horror, “Iover her little figure: he could hurt you ?” as if he had been hold her closer in this way, and accused of high treason and brutal take her strength more completely cruelty combined. into his own than if she had taken This accent of amazed contrition his arm in the ordinary fashion. brought Mrs Hayward to herself. But she gave him but an uncertain “Oh no, Henry,” she said, “ you support for the first time in their did not hurt me at all. I am not life. The


up of those fit to speak to any good Christian. two figures linked into one, making I am a wretched creature, full of but one shadow, tottered as they envy, and malice, and all unchariset out. And she made no reply tableness. Let me alone a little to his look, to the urgent clasp of till I come to myself.” his arm

on hers, until they had The Colonel gave her a piteous passed out of the village street, look. “As long as you please, my and gained the quiet and stillness dear,” he said, then added apoloof the avenue within the gates. getically, “I can't help feeling very Then Elizabeth — unprecedented anxious. There is more in this action !- detached herself almost than meets the eye—there is more with impatience. “You hurt me, in it than I realised : there is—the Henry,” she said quickly, with a the young lady, Elizabeth.” sharp intolerance in her tone. This In spite of herself his wife brought the painful excitement of looked at him with a momentary the morning to a climax; for when scorn which was almost fierce. had she complained before ? “Do you mean to say that this is



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