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"Your figures are not provocative of insatiable appetite," returned

his wife, with iniht exa

"Your appetite needs further excitants, then? So did ht be authentic, and not a

figination The hero's name at first

disposed me to set down the entire relation as a fiction It is

roh to perfume a three-volume novel--Julius Lennox!"

Mabel's instinctive thought was for her husband, but, in turning to

him she could not but notice that Mrs Aylett sat motionless, the

paper-cutter between two leaves, and her left hand pressed hard upon

the upper, but without atte to sever them

Herbert twisted his head upon the pillow until he faced the back of

the sofa, and a convulsion went through him, hardly quelled by the

clasp of Mabel's hand upon his

"Julius Lennox!" reiterated Mr Aylett, between the fragrant puffs,

"A lieutenant in the navy--the good-looking, but, as the sequel

proved, not over-steady, spouse of a lady as the daughter of

another naval officer of similar rank The latter was compelled to

leave the service on account of incipient idiocy, and retired, upon

half-pay, to an unfashionable quarter of a certain great city, where

his wife, a s-house for law and