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With a ti an intruder Cytherea was about to step back and out of the room; but at the same moment Miss Aldclyffe turned, saw the i into her eyes as if she had half an intention to explain so

Cytherea felt certain it was the little mystery of her late movements The other withdrew her eyes; Cytherea went to fetch the dressing-gown, and wheeled round again to bring it up to Miss Aldclyffe, who had now partly reht-dress to put it on the proper way, and still sat with her back towards Cytherea

Her neck was again quite open and uncovered, and though hidden from the direct line of Cytherea's vision, she saw it reflected in the glass--the fair white surface, and the inimitable combination of curves between throat and bosoht burning on either side

And the lady's prior proceedings were now explained in the simplest manner In the midst of her breast, like an island in a sea of pearl, reclined an exquisite little gold locket, embellished with arabesque work of blue, red, and white enamel That was undoubtedly what Miss Aldclyffe had been conte been put off with her other ornaht departure from the custom of ladies which Miss Aldclyffe had at first not cared to exhibit to her new assistant, though now, on further thought, she seeown,' she said, quietly fastening her night-dress as she spoke

Cytherea came forith it Miss Aldclyffe did not turn her head, but looked inquiringly at her lass

'You sahat I wear on my neck, I suppose?' she said to Cytherea's reflected face

'Yes, madam, I did,' said Cytherea to Miss Aldclyffe's reflected face

Miss Aldclyffe again looked at Cytherea's reflection as if she were on the point of explaining Again she checked her resolve, and said lightly-'Few of enerally keep it a secret--not that it matters much But I was careless with you, and seemed to want to tell you You win me to make confidences that' She ceased, took Cytherea's hand in her own, lifted the locket with the other, touched the spring and disclosed a miniature

'It is a handsome face, is it not?' she whispered one through Cytherea like an electric shock, and there was an instantaneous awakening of perception in her, so thrilling in its presence as to be well-nigh insupportable The face in the er and fresher than she had ever known him--but her father!