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"She always complains of her feet," the mother explained "She can't walk for quite a little while afterwards"

"You poor thing!" exclaimed Kate "You are a martyr--that's what you are"

Viola looked up with sweet and anxious glance "Did anything happen? Did your friends come to you, Mrs Rice?"

"No, but several voices spoke to Morton"

"I' way off this tilance, "into a beautiful country from which I hated to return I wouldn't have coht tied my soul to my body and drew me down to earth in spite of myself"

"What was it like--that far country?" asked Morton

She pondered sleepily "I can't tell you--only it was very beautiful and I was happy Every one lived in the light with nothing to fear I had no memory of the earth--only of my body which I was sorry for There was no death, no cold, no darkness up there I was very happy and free"

"You should be free and happy here," answered Morton, gravely "Come, doctor, can't we free her now?"

"Yes, you may do so," he replied, still busy with his note-book

The young host, with a feeling of having been unnecessarily brutal, ripped the tape loose from the floor, and Kate slipped the loops fro on her hostess's arhtly, her weakness reat deal happened--it means so much to me I want to talk, but I can't now, my head is too thick You reat deal happened--you are quite clear of any connection with it"

Her face lit with placid joy "Oh, I' to her ," responded Mrs Lambert, nervously "Mr Pratt will be iht," pleaded Kate "It was all so wonderful I can't let you go Please stay! Both of you You're too tired to go out into the raw air"

"Oh no, we can't do that--not to-night," Viola answered, decisively

Morton threw back the doors "Kate, take Miss La to drink She is quite exhausted Lether arm "You fairly reel eakness"

"I will be as well as ever as soon as ins to circulate," she bravely answered, and his touch quickened her pulsehis notes and measurements, he locked the door of the library and joined the coffee and nibbling cake Morton was sitting beside Viola (who had entirely regained her girlish lightness ofher cold hand in the effort to restore the circulation as well as to remove the deep mark the silken thread had made about her wrist