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She was holding her right hand in her left "I toreup It is not ?"

"I don't know; can you see?"

She dren the glove gauntlet and held her hand up If his breath

caught he did not betray it, but while he touched her she could very

plainly feel his hand tremble; yet for that matter his hand, she knew,

trembled frequently He struck a match It was no part of her

audacity to betray herself, and she stepped directly between the others

and the little blaze and looked into his face while he Inspected her

wrist "Can you see?"

"It is scratched badly, but not bleeding," he answered

"It hurts"

"Very likely; the wounds that hurt o"

"Oh, no," she said; "not quite yet This is unutterable I love this"

"Your aunt, I fear, is not interested She is coht a fire; the mountain is all timber below----"

"Aunt Jane would conify she

didn't appreciate it Why are you so quickly put out? It isn't like

you to be out of hulove slowly "I wish you

had this wrist----"