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"No, no! my dear!" said Mrs Sutton, earnestly "I am shocked and

astonished that you should ever have labored under such a delusion

Frederic told me the story, and a dreadful one it was, the day old

Mrs Tazeas buried Wasn't it wonderful that he never kneho upon his arnized Mr Dorrance in the house, but supposed

hieley and a relative of Mrs Aylett,

having heard that heryour

husband, it did not at first occur to hihts awakened by it But at sight of HER

the truth rushed over hiot out of ether, we nant

and horrified that I was for sending hiht clear hiainst hi the motives of his accusers

But he was stubborn and independent 'It can do no good now,' he said 'Fifteen

years ago this discovery would have been my temporal salvation And

Dorrance is Mabel's husband I cannot touch hi

her' I could not reconcile thishad been done, it ought to be righted I did

not sleep a wink all night I wept over ! but er at the shameless depravity, the cold-blooded cruelty of the

brazen-faced adventuress who sat in your angel ht Frederic or I knew, her real husband was still alive He had

never heard of the divorce, you see, and the circu Winston under her maiden name looked black

"Well! I pondered upon the horrible affair until I could hold er Frederic and Florence went ho that Winston ate on

his way to court, I put on my bonnet soon after breakfast, and

strolled in that direction By and by he rode up, stopped his horse,