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Herr Rosen! There was no outward reason why the name should have set a

chill on them all, turned theood-fellowship was instantly gone To Mrs Harrigan alone did the name

convey a sense of responsibility, a flutter of apprehension not unht She put her oork behind the piano lid, swooped down upon

the two , to the infinite relief of

the one and the surprise of the other Courtlandt would have liked nothing

better than to hold the lace in his lap, for it was possible that Herr

Rosen ht be within to

perforan smoothed out

the wrinkles in her dress From the others there had been little an still waited by the door, seriously

conte the bit of pasteboard in his hand

Nora did not want to look, but curiosity drew her eyes imperiously toward

Courtlandt He had not risen Did he know? Did he understand? Was his

attitude pretense or innocence? Ah, if she could but look behind that

impenetrable mask! How she hated hi, say nothing: dared not tell them then and there what he

truly was, a despicable scoundrel! The son of her father's dearest friend;

what