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"By Jove!" I said "They are about to let hiht of

that"

Fyne was contee

"You didn't suppose he was to be kept in jail for life?"

At that ht of Flora de Barral at the junction of the

two streets Then so each other in quick succession

hid froure with just a touch of colour in

her hat She alking slowly; and itto Fyne I stared hard past his shoulder

trying to catch sight of her again He was going on with positive heat,

the rags of his sole off him at every second sentence

That was just it His wife and he had been perfectly aware of it Of

course the girl never talked of her father with Mrs Fyne I suppose

with her theory of innocence she found it difficult But she ht What to do with hiether? He had never made any friends The

only relations were the atrocious East-end cousins We knohat they

were Nothing but wretchedness, whichever way she turned in an unjust

and prejudiced world And to look at him helplessly she felt would be

too hts It was not necessary This