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"No, no," said Barnabas, hastily

"Words are poor things, I know, but how else ratitude?"

And noas Barnabas as silent; but at last-"There is a way," said he, staring at the finger-post

"Hoay?"

"You ht--kiss me--once, Cleone"

Now here she must needs steal a swift look at hier-post, but that his hands

were tight clenched

"I only ask," he continued heavily, "for what I ht have taken"

"But didn't!" she added, with lips and eyes grown suddenly tender

"No," sighed Barnabas, "nor shall I ever,--until you will

it so,--because, you see, I love you"

Now as he gazed at the finger-post, even so she gazed at hiain the hed;

indeed, it was the veriest ghost of a sigh, yet Barnabas heard it,

and straightway forgot the finger-post, forgot the world and all

things in it, save her warm beauty, the red allure lashes; therefore he reached out

his hands to her, and she saw that they were tre

"Cleone," he murmured, "oh, Cleone--look up!"