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Now at thisbeside Barrymaine,

chanced to espy a crumpled piece of paper that lay within a yard of

her, and thus, half unwitingly, she reached out and took it up,

glanced at it with vague eyes, then started, and knitting her black

brows, read these words: My Dear Barnabas,--The beast has discovered ht I only scorned him, but now I know I fear hio now--

anywhere you wish Fear has made me humble, and I

accept your offer Oh, take rateful, CLEMENCY

Thus, in a while, when Barry beside him with bent head, and with both hands

clasped down upon her bosom, fierce hands that clenched a cruht she eeping, but, when

she turned towards hiht, and that on either cheek burned a vivid patch of color

"Oh, Ronald!" she sighed, her lips quivering suddenly, "I--alad

you are better--but--oh, my dear, I wish I--were dead!"

"There, there, Clo!" he htened you, I suppose But I'ht now, dear W-where's

Chichester?"

"I--don't know, Ronald"

"But you, Cleone? You came here to m-meet this--this Beverley?"

"Yes, Ronald"

"D'you knohat he is? D'you know he's a publican's son?--a vile,