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"You?" her hand flying to her bosoesture of his hands

Sadly the wretch told her the tale; the will of the king, his death and

the subsequent death of her father in his, Durga Ram's, arms Yonder

urn contained his ashes For the first ti on her nerves for weeks, and at the sight

of that urn so snapped Daintily Uth she opened her eyes

"You are a queen, Miss Hare"

"You are s often make lahich must be obeyed You will accuse ht you here ritten by me and substituted

for this"

Duly Kathlyn read:

"Father"

"It is impossible!" she murmured "You are all mad I am a white

woue I can not speak,

whose habits I know nothing of It is impossible Since my father is

dead, I must return to my home"

"No," said Umballa