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Then Herainst the back of the chair, and did not stir until the bandage was renewed

How comfortable it felt!

He knew, too, that he owed it to Daphne; the ers could not be so slender and delicate, and he would have been lad to raise them to his lips and thank her; but he denied himself the pleasure

If she really did love him, the bond between theoodness of heart extended far enough to induce her to unite her bloo existence to his crippled one, how could he have accepted the sacrifice without hue would have made her happy or miserable he did not ask, but he was all the more keenly aware that if, in this condition, he became her husband, he would be the recipient of alms, and he would far rather, he ro at the handmill

The expression of his features revealed the current of his thoughts to Daphne, and, much as she wished to speak to him, she forced herself to reht not betray how deeply she was suffering with hied for a kind word from her lips, and he had just asked if she was still there when Thyone announced a visit frorammateus Proclus

He had recently felt that this er burst forth To be exposed in the midst of his misery to the scorn of a despiser of his art was too much for his exhausted patience

But here he was interrupted by Proclus himself, who had entered the darkened cabin where the blind man remained very soon after Thyone

Hermon's last words had betrayed to the experienced courtier hoell he remembered his unkind rean by delivering the farewell us, who had been summoned away so quickly

He stated that his investigations had discovered nothing of importance, except, perhaps, the confirmation of the sorrowful apprehension that the admirable Myrtilus had been killed by the marauders A carved stone had been found under the ashes, and Chello, the Tennis goldsem set in the hapless artist's shoulder clasp, and supplied it with a new pin

While speaking, he took Herave hier tips to feel it