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again

"Any higher?" he called, looking at her over his shoulder,

his face evil and beautiful to her

She laughed hite lips

He sent the swing-boat sweeping through the air in a great

seh horizontal

The child clung on, pale, her eyes fixed on hi The jerk at the top had almost shaken the

censure He sat down, and let the swingboat swing itself

out

People in the crowd cried shahed The child clung to his hand, pale and

ave her leulped a little

"Don't tell your mother you've been sick," he said There was

no need to ask that When she got home, the child crept away

under the parlour sofa, like a sick little ani tiot to know of this escapade, and was passionately

angry and contelittered,

he had a strange, cruel little smile And as the child watched

him, for the first ti cold and isolating She went over to her mother Her

soul was dead towards him It made her sick