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"Now, Celie," said Adele, with a vibration in her voice which

Celia had not re upon her, as upon Mme Dauvray Her face

was flushed and shiny, her rew into fear She could have used the words which

Hanaud spoke the next day in that very roo

here which I do not understand" The touch of Adele Tact's hands

co which filled her with a

vague alarm She could not have formulated it if she would; she

dared not if she could She had but to stand and subirl by the shoulders and set her in a clear space in

the middle of the room, her back to the recess, her face to the

mirror, where all could see her

"Now, Celie"--she had dropped the "Mlle" and the ironic suavity

of her irl's shoulders worked, her hands fluttered But

they remained helplessly bound

"Ah, you will be content, Adele, to-night," cried Merness--so thoroughly had she been

prepared--there lingered a flavour of doubt, of suspicion In

Celia's mind there was still the one desperate resolve

"I ht," she said to herself--"I nol kneeled on the floor behind her She gathered in

carefully the girl's frock Then she picked up the long train,

wound it tightly round her li them in

the folds of satin, and secured the folds with a cord about the

knees