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"Quite flawless--perfect," he said aloud to hiuely" He touched the shed--"heart supreme over reason! There is written a white lie--but a pretty one"

"It is no lie"

He laughed again, unconvinced

"It is the truth," she said, seriously insisting and bending sideways above her own hand where it lay in his "It is a ence would fight a losing battle with heart if the conflict ever ca nobody to study except myself all these years … There is the proof of it--that selfish, senerosity Then, look at the tendency of ier on the palm of the left hand which he held, and traced the develop in the Mount of Hermes "Is it not a horrid hand, Mr Siward? I don't kno much you know about palms, but--" She suddenly flushed, and atte the thu one of his ar about her slender waist; a silence, a breathless moment, and he had kissed her Her lips ar his eyes, andelbows out-turned "I told you it was beco of her pulses marred her voice "Must I establish a dead-line every ti alone with you?"

"I'll draw that line," he said, taking her in his arms

"I--I beg you will draw it quickly, Mr Siward"

"I do; it passes through your heart and ain? You are co yourself, you knoarn you that you are co yourself"

"So are you Look at ainst his breast, resisting, she raised her splendid youthful eyes; and through and through her shot pulse on pulse, until every nerve seemed aquiver

"While I'm still sane," he said with a dry catch in his throat, "before I tell you that I love you, look atsmile, "but it is useless--"

"That is what I shall find out in time … You must meet my eyes That is well; that is frank and sweet--"

"And useless--truly it is … Please don't tell "

"You will not listen?"

"There is no chance for you--if you mean love I--I tell you in time, you see … I am utterly frivolous--quite selfish and mercenary"