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Graye's whole impassioned drea through three weeks of sweet experience, he had arrived at the last stage--a kind ofinto an emotional desert The second week in January had co architect to leave town

Throughout his acquaintanceship with the lady of his heart there had been this hted in his presence as a sweetheart should do, yet fronition of the true nature of the thread which drew the and only natural tendency, and appearing to dread his announceh for her without cumulative hope: usually, even if love is in itself an end, itto be enjoyed

In spite of evasions as an obstacle, and in consequence of theer It was evening He took her into a little conservatory on the landing, and there aht of a few tiny la the freshness and beauty of the leaves, he made the declaration of a love as fresh and beautiful as they

'My love--, be my wife!' She seemed like one just awakened 'Ah--we uish 'I rite to you' She loosened her hand and rushed away

In a wild fever Graye went ho

Who shall express histhese words was put into his hand?

'Good-bye; good-bye for ever As recognized lovers soive me--I should have told you before; but your love eet! Never mention me' That very day, and as it seehter and parents left London to pay off a proe or letter of entreaty could wring froed hi point was that her father and mother appeared, from the tone of a letter Graye received from them, as vexed and sad as he at this sudden renunciation One thing was plain: without ad her reason as valid, they knehat that reason was, and did not intend to reveal it

A week from that day Ambrose Graye left his friend Huntway's house and saw no more of the Love he mourned From time to time his friend answered any inquiry Grayeher