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There was no faltering in her voice, no sound of apology She spoke like

one who had a right there, and this it hich angeredto my feet, I confronted her where she

sat in my chair, by Guy's bedside, with those queer blue eyes of hers

fixed so questioningly upon me as if she wondered at reat stress on the name, "why are you

here, and how did you dare come?"

"I was almost afraid, it was so dark when I left the train, and it kept

thundering so," she replied, ether, "but there

was no conveyance at the station, and so I came on alone I never knew

Guy was sick Is he very bad?"

Her perfect co of the past provokedto think what I was doing, I seized her

ar rooe: "Very bad--I should think so We have feared and still fear he will die,

and it's all your work, the result of your wickedness, and yet you

presume to come here into his very room--you who are no wife of his, and

no woman, either, to do what you have done"

What more I said I do not remember I only know Daisy put her hands to

her head in a scared, helpless way, and said: "I do not quite understand it all, or what you wish me to do"

"Do?" I replied "I want you to leave this house to-night--now, before

Guy can possibly be harmed by your presence Go back to the depot and