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As she sat in the old cabriolet beside the father of her dead lover,

again there came to Octavie the terrible sense of loss which had

assailed her so often before The soul of her youth clalory and exultation She leaned back

and drew her veil a little closer about her face It was an old black

veil of her Aunt Tavie's A whiff of dust from the road had blown in and

she wiped her cheeks and her eyes with her soft, white handkerchief,

a homemade handkerchief, fabricated from one of her old fine muslin

petticoats

"Will you do e in the

courteous tone which he never abandoned, "to remove that veil which you

wear It seems out of harmony, so girl obediently yielded to her old co the cumbersome, sombre drapery from her bonnet, folded it

neatly and laid it upon the seat in front of her

"Ah! that is better; far better!" he said in a tone expressing unbounded

relief "Never put it on again, dear" Octavie felt a little hurt; as if

he wished to debar her from share and parcel in the burden of affliction

which had been placed upon all of theain she drew forth the old