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She writhed inof it What had she done? She could

hear afar off the sounds of the cahter And the cry and the laughter rang in her ears, a bitter

mockery This summer camp, to as it the prelude? This forbearance

on her husband's part, in ould it end? Were not the one and the

other cruel hed beside the

water would slay and torture with equal zest A little, and the husband

who now chose to be generous would show himself in his true colours And

it was for the sake of such as these that she had played the coward That

she had laid up for herself endless remorse That henceforth the cries

of the innocent would haunt her dreahts she did not hear his step, and it was his shadow

falling across her feet which first warned her of his presence She

looked up, saw hie

in his face-"Oh! Monsieur," she stahted, her hand pressed to her side,

"I ask your pardon! You startled arding her dryly

"I am not quite--myself yet," she murmured His look told her that her

start had betrayed her feelings