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The house was quite silent now, except when Sarah trudged up the back

stairs with the clanking silver-basket on her arm The lamp on the

corner of her bureau flickered, and a spark wavered up the chiot up and blew the

sain in the darkness Yes;

Lloyd was no longer vitally interested in Frederick's health She must

make up her mind to that But after all, what difference did that

make? He loved her just the same, only men are not like women, they

don't keep on saying so,--for that matter, she herself did not say so

as often as in those first days But of course she loved hirown a little dull, she supposed No; she would not

distrust him She was sure he loved her Yet behind her most emphatic

assertions cowered that dumb apprehension which had struck its cold

talons into her heart the day that David had hurt his hand:

Suppose Frederick's death should be an embarrassment to Lloyd!

In the darkness, with the brush of the locust branches against the

closed shutters of the east , her face blazed with angry color,

and she threw her head up with a surge of pride "If he doesn't want

me, I don't want him!" she said aloud She pulled the lace bertha froan to take out her hairpins, "I sha'n't be the

one to say 'Let us be married'"

When she lay down in the darkness, her eyes wide open, her arht at her sides, it flashed into her ht, too His face must be white, now; sunken,

perhaps; the leer of his pale eyes changed into the sly smile of the