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He looks far more distressed by this occurrence than Sir Adrian, who had narrowly escaped being wounded This only showed his tenderness and proper feeling, as alreed Alrows deadly pale as she listens to the explanation and watches Arthur's ghastly face What is it like? The face of a asps inwardly; "surely not that!"

"It was the purest accident, I assure you," protests Arthur again, as though anxious to iht have been a very serious one," says the surgeon gravely, regarding hiht have lances at her host with parted lips Dora Talbot, pressing her way through the group in the door-way, goes straight up to him as if impulsively, and takes his hand in both hers

"Dear Sir Adrian, how can we be thankful enough for your escape?" she says sweetly, tears standing in her bright blue eyes She presses his hand warmly, and even raises it to her lips in a transport of eown that shows off her complexion to perfection, Dora Talbot looks lovely

"You are very good--very kind," returns Sir Adrian, really touched by her concern, but still with eyes only for the white vision in the door-way; "but youI a you from your rosy dreams; you will not thank me to-morrohen there will be only lilies in your cheeks"

The word lily brings back to hilances hurriedly at her right hand; yes, the saers Has she sat ever since with his gift before her, in her silent charief perhaps But why has she kept his flower? What can it all mean?

"We shall , now you are safe," Dora assures hiht be shown so by a violent effort to assert hi happened, surely I should have been the one to be pitied It would have been ht show some pity for me" He holds out his hand, and mechanically Dora lays her own in it

But it is only for an instant, and she shudders violently as his touchherself to look at hioes to the door and disappears from view