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"If you htly a hand in a

worn brown glove as ainst such an outcast as herself

I ought to have been moved perhaps; but I only noted the total absence of

huht at all," I continued, "but just interest Mrs

Fyne--it's too difficult to explain how it came about--has talked to me

of you--well--extensively"

No doubt Mrs Fyne had told me the truth, Flora said brusquely with an

unexpected hoarseness of tone This very dress she earing had been

given her by Mrs Fyne Of course I looked at it It could not have

been a recent gift Close-fitting and black, with heliotrope silk

facings under a figured net, it looked far from new, just on this side of

shabbiness; in fact, it accentuated the slightness of her figure, it went

well in its suggestion of halfred lips alone seemed ith the rich blood of life and

passion

Little Fyne was staying up there an unconscionable ti? Had he discovered in hi? Or was he perhaps, in an intense dislike

for the job, beating about the bush and only puzzling Captain Anthony,