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Poor Aurelia, pride had less to do with her silence than absolute uncertainty what to call herself The wedding ring was on her finger, and she would not deny her ht be dangerous, and the prefix was likewise a difficulty, so faltered, "You may call me Madam Aurelia"

"Madam Really That's a queer nao to my rooust at her jailor, and was becoue

"Your rooh this were an inn, single-handed as I am? Youwill do," said Aurelia, "if I may only rest I would help, but I aiven it to you well, Mistress Really or Mistress Falsely, which ever youat the lock of a room which at last she opened It smelt very close and fusty, and ether under a cloth in the ht of a heart-shaped aperture in the shutters Unclosing one of the leaves, the old woainst the wall, saying, "You can wait there till I see to your bed And you'll be wanting supper too!" she added in a tone of infinite disgust

"O neveron the couch as the old woht her to a state like annihilation--unable to think or guess, hope or fear, with shoes hurting her footsore feet, a stiff dress craathering a few i direen dressing goith floating hair had a face she knew; so had the lady in the yellow ruff And was that not the old crest, the Delavie butterfly, with the motto, Ma Vie et ma Mie, carved on the mantelpiece? Thus she knew that she must be in Delavie House, and felt sonised several portraits as duplicates of those at the Great House at Carht they looked at her in pity with their eyes like her father's The youngest son in the great faroup was, as she knew, an Amyas, and he put her in mind of her own Oh, was he her ohen she could not tell whether those great soft, dark-grey eyes that looked so kindly on her had descended to the young baronet? She hoped not, for Harriet and she had often agreed that they presaged the fate of that gallant youth, who had been killed by Sir Bevil Grenville's side Hesenseless after the hurt she had caused