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"It is not the truth," she said, in a low voice quivering with intense feeling--"you tell uise yourself But I can see! You yourself love a woe!--you are afraid to own it! You would give the world to hold her in your arms as you just now held ME--but you will not admit it--not even to yourself--and you pretend to hate when you are mad for love!--just as you pretend to be ill when you are well! You should be asha as love! Whatso false with yourself?--with me?--and with HER?"

She looked lovelier than ever in her anger, and he was taken by surprise at the iuess she had made at the complexity of his moods, which he himself scarcely understood For a ht, half-scornful glance--then he regained his usual ood huain! A pity, a pity! Your Spanish blood is too fiery, Manella!--it is indeed! You have been very rude--do you kno rude you have been? But there! I forgive you! You are only a naughty child! As for love---"

He paused, and going to the door of the hut looked out

"Manella, there is a big cloud in the west just over the ocean It is shaped like a great white eagle and its wings are edged with gold,--it is the beginning of a fine sunset Co I will talk to you about love!"

She hesitated,--her whole spirit was up in arued with herself, had allowed her to love HIM, while having no love for HER; and yet,--since Gwent had told her that his er to his life, her devotion had received a new iuardianship such as inspires a faithful dog to defend itshand, and stood with hi at the cloud he described It was singularly white,--new-fallen snow could be no whiter,--and, shaped like a huge bird, its great wings spread out to north and south were edged with a red-gold fire Seaton pushed an old tree stu Manella sit beside him