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He would have laughed if any one had foretold to hiht of poor Medora Manson would have been in the guise of anow, and she seeht out of the hell fro yet--of all this?" he asked abruptly

Mrs Manson laid a purple finger on her lips "Nothing directly--but does she suspect? Who can tell? The truth is, Mr Archer, I have been waiting to see you From the moment I heard of the firm stand you had taken, and of your influence over her, I hoped it ht be possible to count on your support--to convince you "

"That she ought to go back? I would rather see her dead!" cried the young man violently

"Ah," the Marchioness murmured, without visible resent and shutting the absurd ivory fan between her ers; but suddenly she lifted her head and listened

"Here she co to the bouquet on the sofa: "Am I to understand that you prefer THAT, Mr Archer? After all, eand my niece is still a wife"