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Fro out far afield fro the Fells boundary, to the two couples traversing the salt meadows to north Crack! A distant report caainst the wind

"Voucher," observed Ferrall; "probably a snipe Hark! he's struck the curiously, saard's gun fly up as two big dark spots floated up fro over his head Crack! Crack! Down sheered the black spots, tu earthward out of the sky

"Duck," said Ferrall; "a double for Stephen Lord Harry! how that man can shoot! Isn't it a pity that--"

He said no rey eyes fixed on the distant figures of Sylvia Landis and Siward, now shoulder deep in the reeds

"Was it--very bad last night?" she asked in a low voice

Ferrall shrugged "He was not offensive; he walked steadily enough up-stairs When I went into his roo And yet--you see how he is thisto alter him some day--dreadfully--isn't it, Kemp?"

"You "

As they turned their horses toward the high-road Mrs Ferrall said: "Do you knohy Sylvia isn't shooting with Howard?"

"No," replied her husband indifferently; "do you?"

"No" She looked out across the sunlit ocean, grave grey eyes brightening with suppressed mischief "But I half suspect"

"What?"

"Oh, all sorts of things, Ke around at her; but his wife only laughed

"You don'ther flies at Siward--now that you've hooked Quarrier for her! I thought she'd played hiaff--"

"Please don't be coarse, Ke her horse forward Her husband spurred to her side, and without turning her head she continued: "Of course Sylvia won't be foolish If they were only safely married; but Howard is such a pill--"

"What does Sylvia expect with Howard's millions? Ais, Kemp, that she liked him"

"Likes him?"

"No, liked him I saas; she took his silences for intellectual s for expressions of a cultivated personality Then she re off with that cashiered English the substantial in the shape of Howard … Still, I wish I hadn't meddled"

"Meddled how?"

"Oh, I told her to do it We had talks until daylight … She may marry him--I don't know--but if you think any live woman could be contented with a muff like that!"