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But as he and his wife becahter's special convictions were far froh she, likewise, was silent--a singularity they should have observed So far were they from a true comprehension of her, they were unaware that she had -cousinly interest in Julia Atwater's engagement and in those possible consequences to Noble Dill just sketched with soeration They did not even notice her expression when Mr Atwater snapped on the light, in order to read; and she went quietly out of the library and up the stairs to her own room

On the floor, near her bed, where Patty Fairchild had left her coat and hat, Florence made another discovery Two small, folded slips of paper lay there, dropped by Miss Fairchild when she put on her coat in the darkening room They were the replies to Patty's whispered questions in the gaed Truth, written by Henry Rooter and Herbert Atwater on their sacred words and honours The infatuated pair had either overestiht she would so prize his little missive that she would treasure it in a tender safety, perhaps pinned upon her blouse (at the first opportunity) over her heart It is positively safe to say that neither of the two veracities would ever have been set upon paper had Herbert and Henry any foreshadowing that Patty ht be careless; and the partners would have been seized with the utmost horror could they have conceived the possibility of their trustfulinto the hands of the relentless creature who noithout an instant's honourable hesitation, unfolded and read theot pretty eyes," Herbert had unfortunately written "I alad you think so too Patty because your eyes are too Herbert Illingsworth Atwater, Jr"

And Mr Henry Rooter had likewise ruined himself in a coincidental manner: "Well Patty my eyes are pretty but suppose I would like to trade with yours because you have beautiful eyes also, sure as my name is Henry Rooter"

Florence stood close to the pink-shaded electric drop-light over her sain these pathetically honest little confidences Her eyelids ithdrawn to an unprecedented retirement, so remarkably she stared; while her mouth seemed to prepare itself for the attempted reception of a bulk beyond its capacity And these plastic tokens, so i short of horror, were overlaid by others, subtler and nificance of the contortion--a joy that was du