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"I'm sorry to break in on your studies, Miss Marston," he said, a bit

stiffly "But I have been sent by your father to call you to the cabin"

Mr Beveridge's air, his tone of protest, conveyed rather pointed hint

that her responsibilities as a hostess were fully as io," she whispered

Relief was ret He had feared that this

iainst the suh the

word came from her father And her persistent stay in his chart-room,

even on the pretext of a fervid interest in the ht produce complications This wonderful new joy in his life was too

precious to behis hand when she turned from the

chart-table, and then pinched hiht, Captain Mayo I'll take another lesson to-morrow"

"I am at your service," he told her

Their voices betrayed nothing, but Beveridge's keen eyes--the eyes which

had studied faces in the greatest game of all when fortunes were at

stake--noted the look they exchanged It was long-drawn, as expressive

as a lingering kiss

Mr Beveridge, sanctioned in his courtship by Julius Marston, was not

especially worried by any inferences frolance He could not