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"Oh yes--ill--with all my heart!"

Grace opened the thin brown book, which poor Giles had kept at hand

his pen-knife upon its leather

covers She began to read in that rich, devotional voice peculiar to

women only on such occasions When it was over, Marty said, "I should

like to pray for his soul"

"So should I," said her companion "But we must not"

"Why? Nobody would know"

Grace could not resist the argu alected him in the body; and their tender

voices united and filled the narrow rooht have envied They had hardly ended when now and more

numerous foot-falls were audible, also persons in conversation, one of

whonized as her father

She rose, and went to the outer apartht as beamed fro there

"I don't reproach you, Grace," said her father, with an estranged

manner, and in a voice not at all like his old voice "What has co, and beyond wailing

Perhaps I drove you to it But I aed; I a to be said"

Without replying, Grace turned and glided back to the inner chamber

"Marty," she said, quickly, "I cannot look my father in the face until