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I pounded with my clenched hand on the table until

the candles rattled and sputtered

Stoddard stared at ht I had lost my wits Then he lay back in his

chair and roared I rose, bending across the table toward

hierness A suspicion had leaped into

as it roused a

thousand questions

"The blue-eyed young woray? Bless your

heart, man, Olivia is a child; I talked to herto Miss Devereux

She isn't Olivia, she's Marian!"

"Then, who is Marian Devereux-where does she

live-what is she doing here-?"

"Well," he laughed, "to answer your questions in order,

she's a young woman; her home is New York;

she has no near kinfolk except Sister Theresa, so she

spends some of her time here"

"Teaches-s

well,-takes cups in golf tournaments and is the nimblest

hand at tennis you ever saw Also, she's a fine

an tremendously"

"Well, she told me she was Olivia!" I said

"I should think she would, when you refused to nored her and Sister Theresa,-

both of therandfather's best friends,

and your nearest neighbors here!"