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He dropped into his chair What her answer really said was: "If you lift a finger you'll drive me back: back to all the abouess" He understood it as clearly as if she had uttered the words, and the thought kept him anchored to his side of the table in a kind of roaned

"Oh--as long as it's a part of yours"

"And mine a part of yours?"

She nodded

"And that's to be all--for either of us?"

"Well; it IS all, isn't it?"

At that he sprang up, forgetting everything but the sweetness of her face She rose too, not as if to h the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands acted not as a check but as a guide to hiid, kept hih off to let her surrendered face say the rest

Theytih for her silence to communicate all she had to say, and for hi totheir last; heonly that she should keep fast hold of it

"Don't--don't be unhappy," she said, with a break in her voice, as she drew her hands away; and he answered: "You won't go back--you won't go back?" as if it were the one possibility he could not bear

"I won't go back," she said; and turning away she opened the door and led the way into the public dining-roo up their possessions preparatory to a straggling flight to the wharf; across the beach lay the white steam-boat at the pier; and over the sunlit waters Boston loomed in a line of haze