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'Tell me; are we to hope?'

He replied in a disturbed whisper, and a tear approached its outlet, though none fell

'I a--that's what he said And I aood-bye'

'But he didn't say you were to go--O Stephen, he didn't say that?'

'No; not in words But I cannot stay'

'Oh, don't, don't go! Do co-room for a few minutes; he will hear us here'

She preceded hi unnaturally tall and thin in the long dove-coloured dressing-gown she wore She did not stop to think of the propriety or otherwise of this ht that the tragedy of her life was beginning, and, for the first tirave side, the shade of which enveloped and rendered invisible the delicate gradations of custo-room door and they both went in When she had placed the candle on the table, he enclosed her with his arms, dried her eyes with his handkerchief, and kissed their lids

'Stephen, it is over--happy love is over; and there is no more sunshine now!'

'I will make a fortune, and come to you, and have you Yes, I will!'

'Papa will never hear of it--never--never! You don't know hi, or prejudiced against it Argu'

'No; I won't think of him so,' said Stephen 'If I appear before him some time hence as a man of established name, he will accept me--I knoill He is not a wicked man'

'No, he is not wicked But you say "so bustle and excitement, it will be comparatively a short tith trebled! Every summer will be a year--autuetto fond-hearted woman The remark awoke in Stephen the converse fear 'You, too, ive me up, when time has made me fainter in your memory For, remember, your love forvisits from me to support you Circumstances will always tend to obliterate me'