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"Why?" Barnabas inquired, very properly kissing the finger and

holding it there

"Because I grow tired of fine phrases and eotten that er again, whereupon it struggled--though very feebly,

to be sure

"And because, Barnabas, you would be breaking your word"

"How?"

"You , and friends

are within call,'--have you forgotten your oords so soon?"

Now, as she spoke Barnabas beheld the dimple--that ain, beside the scarlet lure

of her mouth; therefore he drew her nearer until he could look, for

a lowing

intensity of his gaze, beco the quiver of the hand that held her own, lo! in

that instant my lady, with her sly bewitchone, and in her place was the , all in a moment

"Ah, no!" she pleaded, "Barnabas, no!" Then Barnabas sighed, and

loosed his clasp--but behold! the diht her close, and thus, for the first tier-post to have witnessed that first kiss! To

have seen her start away and turn; to have felt her glowing cheek

pressed to thy hoary timbers; to have felt the sweet, quick tuer-post! To have seen young

Barnabas, radiant-faced, and with all heaven in his eyes! Oh, er-posts to have seen and felt all this, and to

have heard the rapture thrilling in his voice: "Cleone!"

"Oh!" she whispered, "hy did you?"