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"But you, Marette!" He caught hi her injunction not to question her Marette shrugged her slihtest bit and nodded for him to look upon what she knew he had already seen, her room

"It is not uncomfortable," she said "I have been here for a nu has happened to me I am quite safe Inspector Kedsty has not looked inside that door since the day your big red-headed friend saw me down in the poplars He has not put a foot on the stair That is the dead-line And--I know--you are wondering You are asking yourself a greatup with the suddenly pathetic about her, as she sank into the big-armed, upholstered chair which had been Kedsty's favorite reading chair She was tired, and for a moment it seeers twisted nervously at the shining end of the braid in her lap, and ht how sliloriously unafraid, how unconquerable with that so within her that burned like the fire of a dynah the fire itself was dying out; but when she raised her eyes to hi chair, he knew that back of the yearning, child-like glow that lay in theain, for him, she had ceased to be a woman It was the soul of a child that lay in her wide-open, wonderfully blue eyes Twice before he had seen that miracle, and it held him now, as it had held hian's door And as it had changed then, so it changed now, slowly, and she was a woulf of unapproachableness between the itself to him, and yet, like the sun, infinitely reht answer those questions for you," she said, in a voice that was low and tired "I should like to have you know, because I--I have great faith in you, Jeems But I cannot It is impossible It is inconceivable If I did--" She , you would not like o north with M'sieu Jean and his brigade"