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"Certainly"

Fitzpiers left the cot, and the stroke of his feet was soon immersed in

the silence that pervaded the spot Grace re, and then she sat up, covered poor

Giles's features, and went towards the door where her husband had

stood No sign of any other co the tiny cracklings of the dead leaves, which,

like a feather-bed, had not yet done rising to their normal level where

indented by the pressure of her husband's receding footsteps It

ree in his aspect;

the extremely intellectual look that had always been in his face was

wrought to a finer phase by thinness, and a care-worn dignity had been

superadded She returned to Winterborne's side, and during her

meditations another tread drew near the door, entered the outer room,

and halted at the entrance of the chamber where Grace was

"What--Marty!" said Grace

"Yes I have heard," said Marty, whose deirlishness under the stroke that seemed almost literally to have

bruised her

"He died for me!" murmured Grace, heavily

Marty did not fully cos to

neither of us now, and your beauty is no more powerful with him than my

plainness I have come to help you, ma'am He never cared for me, and