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voice from over the banisters in the upper hall

"Oh, Lloyd, I ht her

wrist and pulled her to hio! Oh, how cruel you are!" She tried to wrench her wrist frohed, and catching her in his arain Then he put his hands in his pockets and stepped

back, leaving her free "Will you go?"

She stood, vibrating between surprised affection and anguished longing

for the child "Lloyd!" she said faintly; she put her hands over her

face, and ca

"Lloyd!" Then, with a sudden gasp, she turned and fled up-stairs

"David--I a--"

Lloyd Pryor stood duhed

But at that instant he heard the crunch of wheels drawing up at the

gate "The stage!" he said to hirily,

"Helena!"

But it was not the stage; it was Willia locust by the roadside; and there

was the doctor hi up the path