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Her voice had failed to a sobbing whisper, and the diaphanous

cambric veiled her bowed face

Frederic Chilton did not stir a finger or atteht a volu in his hours of relaxation

from the business which had occupied his mind to the banishment of

nearly every other consideration; that had driven into corief which had incorporated itself with

his being! The intiirl had been a

holiday diversion to hiht conscientiously and systeht be clearer and fresher for the next day's toil in court and

a up titles and disputed

property, and proving their validity He had gained the cause that

had brought hiue and

anxiety, and was proud of his success But what of this other piece

of work? Would not the most cold-blooded flirt, who ever prated of

fidelity, when he meant betrayal and desertion, blush to father this

business? And she, poor, guileless lamb, must bear the pain, the

ht to be his in

seven-fold measure!