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She flushed angrily "I have not that confidence--in kinsman"

For a moment their eyes met Hers were hard as purple steel

"Is that final?"

"Yes"

The rew tense, then into his eyes ca she had distrusted--a gay,

irresponsible radiance which sees worthy

He said: "No, it is not final I shall come back to you"

She answered hio I was uncertain; now I know you You are what they

say you are I never wish to see you again"

Celia Craig ca to relieve

her of the big book and a box full of silhouettes, uerreotypes They placed the faether

Ailsa re,

a burning sensation in both cheeks

At intervals, through the intensity of her silence, she heard

Celia's fresh, sweet laughter, and Berkley's hulanced sideways at the back of his dark curly head

where it bent beside Celia's over the albuht that she had never before seen

the back of any nificant of character--or the want