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Evelyn, seated at her toilette table, and in the hands of Mr Tih, looked with unseeing eyes

at her own fair reflection in the glass before her Chloe, the black

handrow tired of

waiting before her mistress spoke "Youhi brown tresses and

co with pursed lips, and

head bent now to this side, now to that He had been a hard-pressedof the Palace candles that night ht

find him yet employed by some belated dame Evelyn was very pale, and

shadoere beneath her eyes Moved by a sudden ie pot, and hastily and with treers rubbed bloom

into her cheeks; then the patch box,--one, two, three Tory partisans "Now

I ahost," she said, "Mr Green, do I not look well and

h h, cracked voice, the hairdresser was sure that, pale or

glowing, grave or gay, Mistress Evelyn Byrd would be the toast at the ball

that night The lady laughed, for she heard Haward's step upon the

landing He entered to the gay, tinkling sound, tent over the hand she

extended, then, laying aside hat and cane, took his seat beside the table

"'Fair tresses le hair,'"