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I have a curious feeling when I now hold her in ainst my breast and lets me kiss her and smiles I feel like one who has suddenly awakened out of a feverish delirium, or like a shipwrecked man who has for many days battled aves that momentarily threatened to devour him and finally has found a safe shore

"I hate this Florence, where you have been so unhappy," she declared, as I was saying good-night to her "I want to leave ih to write a couple of letters forthat, I will drive to the city to pay my farewell visits Is that satisfactory to you?"

"Of course, you dear, sweet, beautiful wo she knocked at my door to ask how I had slept Her tenderness is positively wonderful I should never have believed that she could be so tender

She has now been gone for over four hours I have long since finished the letters, and a down the street to see whether I cannot discover her carriage in the distance I am a little worried about her, and yet I know there is no reason under heaven why I should doubt or fear However, a feeling of oppression weighs me down, and I cannot rid s of the past days, which still cast their shadows into my soul

She is back, radiant with happiness and contentone as you wished?" I asked tenderly, kissing her hand

"Yes, dear heart," she replied, "and we shall leave to-night Helpshe asked o to the post-office and e, and was back within an hour

"Mistress has asked for you," said the negress, with a grin, as I ascended the wide marble stairs

"Has anyone been here?"

"No one," she replied, crouching down on the steps like a black cat

I slowly passed through the drawing-room, and then stood before her bedroom door

Why doesthe door softly, I draw back the portiere Wanda is lying on the ottoman, and does not seeray dress, which fits closely, and while displaying in tell-tale fashion her splendid figure, leaves her wonderful bust and arms bare