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"Does it pain you, sir?"

"Thank you--no"

"Yet it bleeds! You say it was not your horse, sir?" she inquired,

wonderfully innocent of eye

"No, it was not my horse"

"Why, then--pray, how did it happen?"

"Happen, madam?--why, I fancy Ito wring out his neckerchief

"Scratched yourself Ah! of course!" said she, and was silent while

Barnabas continued to wring the water from his neckerchief

"Pray," she inquired suddenly, "do you often scratch yourself--until

you bleed?--'t is surely aup

suddenly, Barnabas saw her eyes onderfully bright for all her

solerew upon him--"Did she know? Had she

seen?" he wondered

"Nevertheless, sir--my thanks are due to you--"

"For what?" he inquired quickly

"Why--for--for--"

"For bringing you here?" he suggested, beginning to wring out his

neckerchief again