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'I cannot,' he repeated 'I OUGHT not What will becoer; he was excited, but his excite vibrated, and the note was resonant, but it

was not a note which was consonant with hers, and it did not stir her

to respond He h to sacrifice

himself for her, and to reether that of his own true self Partly, at least, it was the

voice of what he considered to be duty, of superstition and alarm

She was silent

'Madge,' he continued, 'ought you to refuse? You have soreater than the love which thousands feel for one

another Will you blast your future and mine, and, perhaps, that of

someone besides, who may be very dear to you? OUGHT you not, I say,

to listen?' The service had co a voluntary,

rather longer than usual, and the congregation was leaving, solances on the

young couple who had evidently coe recognised the well-known St Ann's fugue, and,