For several days the Cubans were almost invisible, appearing only for a daily drive, a twilight¹ saunter on the beach, or a brief visit to the ballroom², there to enjoy the excitement of the pastime in which they both excelled. Their apartments were in the quietest wing of the hotel, and from the moment of their occupancy seemed to acquire all the charms of home. The few guests admitted felt the atmosphere of poetry and peace that pervaded³ the nest which Love, the worker of miracles, had built himself even under that tumultuous roof. Strollers in the halls or along the breezy verandas⁴ often paused to listen to the music of instrument or voice which came floating out from these sequestered⁵ rooms. Frequent laughter and the murmur⁶ of conversation proved that ennui⁷ was unknown, and a touch of romance inevitably⁸ enhanced the interest wakened by the beautiful young pair, always together, always happy, never weary of the dolce far niente of this summer life.

 

In a balcony like a hanging garden, sheltered from the sun by blossoming shrubs⁹ and vines that curtained the green nook with odorous shade, Pauline lay indolently swinging in a gaily¹⁰ fringed hammock as she had been wont¹¹ to do in Cuba, then finding only pleasure in the luxury of motion which now failed to quiet her unrest. Manuel had put down the book to which she no longer listened and, leaning his head upon his hand, sat watching her as she swayed to and fro with thoughtful eyes intent upon the sea, whose murmurous¹² voice possessed¹³ a charm more powerful than his own. Suddenly he spoke¹⁴:

 

"Pauline, I cannot understand you! For three weeks we hurried east and west to find this man, yet when found you shun¹⁵ him and seem content to make my life a heaven upon earth. I sometimes fancy that you have resolved to let the past sleep, but the hope dies as soon as born, for in moments like this I see that, though you devote yourself to me, the old purpose is unchanged, and I marvel¹⁷ why you pause."

 

Her eyes came back from their long gaze and settled on him full of an intelligence which deepened his perplexity. "You have not learned to know me yet; death is not more inexorable or time more tireless than I. This week has seemed one of indolent delight to you. To me it has been one of constant vigilance and labor¹⁸, for scarcely a look, act, or word of mine has been without effect. At first I secluded¹⁹ myself that Gilbert might contrast our life with his and, believing us all and all to one another, find impotent regret his daily portion. Three days ago accident placed an unexpected weapon in my hand which I have used in silence, lest in spite of promises you should rebel and end his trial too soon. Have you no suspicion of my meaning?"

 

"None. You are more mysterious than ever, and I shall, in truth, believe you are the enchantress I have so often called you if your spells work invisibly."

 

"They do not, and I use no supernatural arts, as I will prove to you. Take my lorgnette that lies behind you, part the leaves where the green grapes hang thickest, look up at the little window in the shadowy angle of the low roof opposite, and tell me what you see."

 

"Nothing but a half-drawn²⁰ curtain."

 

"Ah! I must try the ruse²¹ that first convinced me. Do not show yourself, but watch, and if you speak, let it be in Spanish."

 

Leaving her airy cradle, Pauline bent²² over the balcony as if to gather the climbing roses that waved their ruddy clusters in the wind. Before the third stem was broken Manuel whispered, "I see the curtain move; now comes the outline of a head, and now a hand, with some bright object in it. Santo Pablo! It is a man staring at you as coolly as if you were a lady in a balcony. What prying²³ rascal²⁴ is it?"

 

"Gilbert."

 

"Impossible! He is a gentleman."

 

"If gentlemen play the traitor²⁵ and the spy, then he is one. I am not mistaken; for since the glitter of his glass first arrested me I have watched covertly²⁶, and several trials as successful as the present have confirmed the suspicion which Babie's innocent complaints of his long absences aroused. Now do you comprehend why I remained in these rooms with the curtains seldom drawn? Why I swung the hammock here and let you sing and read to me while I played with your hair or leaned upon your shoulder? Why I have been all devotion and made this balcony a little stage for the performance of our version of the honeymoon²⁷ for one spectator?"

 

Still mindful of the eager eyes upon her, Pauline had been fastening the roses in her bosom²⁸ as she spoke, and ended with a silvery laugh that made the silence musical with its heartsome sound. As she paused, Manuel flung down the lorgnette and was striding past her with ireful impetuosity, but the white arms took him captive, adding another figure to the picture framed by the green arch as she whispered decisively, "No farther! There must be no violence. You promised obedience²⁹ and I exact it. Do you think detection to a man so lost to honor would wound as deeply as the sights which make his daily watch a torment³⁰? Or that a blow would be as hard to bear as the knowledge that his own act has placed you where you are and made him what he is? Silent contempt is the law now, so let this insult pass, unclench your hand and turn that defiant³¹ face to me, while I console you for submission³² with a kiss."

 

He yielded to the command enforced by the caress³³ but drew her jealously from sight, and still glanced rebelliously³⁴ through the leaves, asking with a frown, "Why show me this if I may not resent it? How long must I bear with this man? Tell me your design, else I shall mar¹⁶ it in some moment when hatred³⁵ of him conquers love of you."

 

"I will, for it is tune³⁶, because though I have taken the first step you must take the second. I showed you this that you might find action pleasanter than rest, and you must bear with this man a little longer for my sake, but I will give you an amusement to beguile³⁷ the time. Long ago you told me that Gilbert was a gambler. I would not believe it then, now I can believe anything, and you can convince the world of this vice³⁸ of his as speedily as you will."

 

"Do you wish me to become a gambler that I may prove him one? I also told you that he was suspected of dishonorable play - shall I load the dice³⁹ and mark the cards to catch him in his own snares⁴⁰?"

 

Manuel spoke bitterly, for his high spirit chafed⁴¹ at the task assigned him; womanly wiles⁴² seemed more degrading than the masculine method of retaliation⁴³, in which strength replaces subtlety⁴⁴ and speedier vengeance⁴⁵ brings speedier satisfaction. But Pauline, fast learning to play upon that mysterious instrument, the human heart, knew when to stimulate⁴⁶ and when to soothe⁴⁷.

 

"Do not reproach me that I point out a safer mode of operation than your own. You would go to Gilbert and by a hot word, a rash act, put your life and my happiness into his hands, for though dueling⁴⁸ is forbidden here, he would not hesitate to break all laws, human or divine, if by so doing he could separate us. What would you gain by it? If you kill him he is beyond our reach forever, and a crime remains⁴⁹ to be atoned⁵⁰ for. If he kill you your blood will be upon my head, and where should I find consolation⁵¹ for the loss of the one heart always true and tender?"

 

With the inexplicable⁵² prescience which sometimes foreshadows coming ills, she clung to him as if a vision of the future dimly swept before her, but he only saw the solicitude⁵³ it was a sweet surprise to find he had awakened⁵⁴, and in present pleasure forgot past pain.

 

"You shall not suffer from this man any grief that I can shield you from, rest assured of that, my heart. I will be patient, though your ways are not mine, for the wrong was yours, and the retribution shall be such as you decree."

 

"Then hear your task and see the shape into which circumstances have molded my design. I would have you exercise a self-restraint that shall leave Gilbert no hold upon you, accept all invitations like that which you refused when we passed him on the threshold of the billiard room an hour ago, and seem to find in such amusements the same fascination⁵⁵ as himself. Your skill in games of chance excels his, as you proved at home where these pastimes lose their disreputable aspect by being openly enjoyed. Therefore I would have you whet⁵⁶ this appetite of his by losing freely at first - he will take a grim delight in lessening⁵⁷ the fortune he covets⁵⁸ - then exert all your skill till he is deeply in your debt. He has nothing but what is doled⁵⁹ out to him by Babie's father, I find; he dare not ask help there for such a purpose; other resources have failed else he would not have married; and if the sum be large enough, it lays him under an obligation which will be a thorn in his flesh, the sharper for your knowledge of his impotence to draw it out. When this is done, or even while it is in progress, I would have you add the pain of a new jealousy⁶⁰ to the old. He neglects this young wife of his, and she is eager to recover the affections she believes she once possessed. Help her, and teach Gilbert the value of what he now despises. You are young, comely⁶¹, accomplished⁶², and possessed of many graces more attractive than you are conscious of; your southern birth and breeding gift you with a winning warmth of manners in strong contrast to the colder natures around you; and your love for me lends an almost tender deference⁶³ to your intercourse⁶⁴ with all womankind. Amuse, console this poor girl, and show her husband what he should be; I have no fear of losing your heart nor need you fear for hers; she is one of those spaniel-like creatures who love the hand that strikes them and fawn⁶⁵ upon the foot that spurns⁶⁶ them."

 

"Am I to be the sole actor in the drama of deceit? While I woo Babie, what will you do, Pauline?"

 

"Let Gilbert woo me - have patience till you understand my meaning; he still loves me and believes I still return that love. I shall not undeceive him yet, but let silence seem to confess what I do not own in words. He fed me with false promises, let me build my life's happiness on baseless hopes, and rudely woke me when he could delude⁶⁷ no longer, leaving me to find I had pursued a shadow. I will do the same. He shall follow me undaunted, undeterred by all obstacles, all ties; shall stake his last throw and lose it, for when the crowning moment comes I shall show him that through me he is made bankrupt in love, honor, liberty, and hope, tell him I am yours entirely⁶⁹ and forever, then vanish like an ignis-fatuus, leaving him to the darkness of despair and defeat. Is not this a better retribution than the bullet that would give him peace at once?"

 

Boy, lover, husband though he was, Manuel saw and stood aghast at the baleful spirit which had enslaved this woman, crushing all generous impulses, withering⁷⁰ all gentle charities, and making her the saddest spectacle this world can show - one human soul rebelling against Providence⁷¹, to become the nemesis⁷² of another. Involuntarily he recoiled⁷³ from her, exclaiming, "Pauline! Are you possessed of a devil?"

 

"Yes! One that will not be cast out till every sin, shame, and sorrow mental ingenuity⁷⁵ can conceive and inflict⁷⁶ has been heaped on that man's head. I thought I should be satisfied with one accusing look, one bitter word; I am not, for the evil genii once let loose cannot be recaptured. Once I ruled it, now it rules me, and there is no turning back. I have come under the law of fate, and henceforth the powers I possess will ban, not bless, for I am driven to whet and wield⁷⁷ them as weapons which may win me success at the price of my salvation⁷⁸. It is not yet too late for you to shun the spiritual contagion⁷⁹ I bear about me. Choose now, and abide⁸⁰ by that choice without a shadow of turning, as I abide by mine. Take me as I am; help me willingly and unwillingly⁸¹; and in the end receive the promised gift - years like the days you have called heaven upon earth. Or retract⁸² the vows⁸³ you plighted⁸⁴, receive again the heart and name you gave me, and live unvexed by the stormy nature time alone can tame. Here is the ring. Shall I restore or keep it, Manuel?"

 

Never had she looked more beautiful as she stood there, an image of will, daring, defiant, and indomitable, with eyes darkened by intensity⁸⁵ of emotion, voice half sad, half stern, and outstretched hand on which the wedding ring no longer shone. She felt her power, yet was wary⁸⁶ enough to assure it by one bold appeal to the strongest element of her husband's character: passions, not principles, were the allies she desired, and before the answer came she knew that she had gained them at the cost of innocence⁸⁷ and self-respect.

 

As Manuel listened, an expression like a dark reflection of her own settled on his face; a year of youth seemed to drop away; and with the air of one who puts fear behind him, he took the hand, replaced the ring, resolutely⁸⁸ accepted the hard conditions, and gave all to love, only saying as he had said before, "Soul and body, I belong to you; do with me as you will."

 

A fortnight later Pauline sat alone, waiting for her husband. Under the pretext⁸⁹ of visiting a friend, she had absented herself a week, that Manuel might give himself entirely to the distasteful task she set him. He submitted to the separation, wrote daily, but sent no tidings of his progress, told her nothing when they met that night, and had left her an hour before asking her to have patience till he could show his finished work. Now, with her eye upon the door, her ear alert to catch the coming step, her mind disturbed by contending hopes and fears, she sat waiting with the vigilant⁹⁰ immobility of an Indian on the watch. She had not long to look and listen. Manuel entered hastily, locked the door, closed the windows, dropped the curtains, then paused in the middle of the room and broke into a low, triumphant⁹¹ laugh as he eyed his wife with an expression she had never seen in those dear eyes before. It startled her, and, scarcely knowing what to desire or dread⁹², she asked eagerly, "You are come to tell me you have prospered⁹³."

 

"Beyond your hopes, for the powers of darkness seem to help us, and lead the man to his destruction faster than any wiles of ours can do. I am tired, let me lie here and rest. I have earned it, so when I have told all say, 'Love, you have done well,' and I am satisfied."

 

He threw himself along the couch where she still sat and laid his head in her silken lap, her cool hand on his hot forehead, and continued in a muffled⁹⁴ voice.

 

"You know how eagerly Gilbert took advantage of my willingness to play, and soon how recklessly he pursued it, seeming to find the satisfaction you foretold⁹⁵, till, obeying your commands, I ceased losing and won sums which surprised me. Then you went, but I was not idle, and in the effort to extricate⁹⁶ himself, Gilbert plunged⁹⁷ deeper into debt; for my desire to please you seemed to gift me with redoubled skill. Two days ago I refused to continue the unequal conflict, telling him to give himself no uneasiness, for I could wait. You were right in thinking it would oppress him to be under any obligation to me, but wrong in believing he would endure, and will hardly be prepared for the desperate step he took to free himself. That night he played falsely, was detected, and though his opponent generously promised silence for Babie's sake, the affair stole out - he is shunned⁹⁸ and this resource has failed. I thought he had no other, but yesterday he came to me with a strange expression of relief, discharged the debt to the last farthing, then hinted that my friendship with his wife was not approved by him and must cease. This proves that I have obeyed you in all things, though the comforting of Babie was an easy task, for, both loving you, our bond of sympathy and constant theme has been Pauline and her perfections."

 

"Hush⁹⁹! No praise - it is a mockery. I am what one man's perfidy¹⁰⁰ has made; I may yet learn to be worthy¹⁰¹ of another man's devotion. What more, Manuel?"

 

"I thought I should have only a defeat to show you, but today has given me a strange success. At noon a gentleman arrived and asked for Gilbert. He was absent, but upon offering information relative to the time of his return, which proved my intimacy¹⁰² with him, this Seguin entered into conversation with me. His evident desire to avoid Mrs. Redmond and waylay¹⁰³ her husband interested me, and when he questioned me somewhat closely concerning Gilbert's habits and movements of late, my suspicions were roused; and on mentioning the debt so promptly¹⁰⁴ discharged, I received a confidence that startled me. In a moment of despair Gilbert had forged the name of his former friend, whom he believed abroad, had drawn the money and freed himself from my power, but not for long. The good fortune which has led him safely through many crooked¹⁰⁵ ways seems to have deserted¹⁰⁶ him in this strait. For the forgery¹⁰⁷ was badly executed, inspection¹⁰⁸ raised doubts, and Seguin, just returned, was at his banker's an hour after Gilbert, to prove the fraud; he came hither at once to accuse him of it and made me his confidant. What would you have had me do, Pauline? Time was short, and I could not wait for you."

 

"How can I tell at once? Why pause to ask? What did you do?"

 

"Took a leaf from your book and kept accusation¹⁰⁹, punishment, and power in my own hands, to be used in your behalf. I returned the money, secured the forged check, and prevailed on Seguin to leave the matter in my hands, while he departed as quietly as he had come. Babie's presence when we met tonight prevented my taking you into my counsels. I had prepared this surprise for you and felt a secret pride in working it out alone. An hour ago I went to watch for Gilbert. He came, I took him to his rooms, told him what I had done, added that compassion¹¹⁰ for his wife had actuated me. I left him saying the possession of the check was a full equivalent for the money, which I now declined to receive from such dishonorable hands. Are you satisfied, Pauline?"

 

With countenance¹¹¹ and gestures full of exultation¹¹² she sprang up to pace the room, exclaiming, as she seized the forged paper, "Yes, that stroke was superb! How strangely the plot thickens. Surely the powers of darkness are working with us and have put this weapon in our hands when that I forged proved useless. By means of this we have a hold upon him which nothing can destroy unless he escape by death. Will he, Manuel?"

 

"No; there was more wrath¹¹³ than shame in his demeanor¹¹⁴ when I accused him. He hates me too much to die yet, and had I been the only possessor of this fatal fact, I fancy it might have gone hard with me; for if ever there was murder in a man's heart it was in his when I showed him that paper and then replaced it next the little poniard you smile at me for wearing. This is over. What next, my queen?"

 

There was energy in the speaker's tone but none in attitude or aspect, as, still lying where she had left him, he pillowed his head upon his arm and turned toward her a face already worn and haggard with the feverish¹¹⁵ weariness that had usurped¹¹⁶ the blithe¹¹⁷ serenity¹¹⁸ which had been his chiefest charm a month ago. Pausing in her rapid walk, as if arrested by the change that seemed to strike her suddenly, she recalled her thoughts from the dominant¹¹⁹ idea of her life and, remembering the youth she was robbing of its innocent delights, answered the wistful look which betrayed the hunger of a heart she had never truly fed, as she knelt beside her husband and, laying her soft cheek to his, whispered in her tenderest accents, "I am not wholly selfish or ungrateful, Manuel. You shall rest now while I sing to you, and tomorrow we will go away among the hills and leave behind us for a time the dark temptation which harms you through me."

 

"No! Finish what you have begun. I will have all or nothing, for if we pause now you will bring me a divided mind, and I shall possess only the shadow of a wife. Take Gilbert and Babie with us, and end this devil's work without delay. Hark! What is that?"

 

Steps came flying down the long hall, a hand tried the lock, then beat impetuously upon the door, and a low voice whispered with shrill¹²⁰ importunity¹²¹, "Let me in! Oh, let me in!"

 

Manuel obeyed the urgent summons, and Mrs. Redmond, half dressed, with streaming hair and terror-stricken face, fled into Pauline's arms, crying incoherently, "Save me! Keep me! I never can go back to him; he said I was a burden and a curse, and wished I never had been born!"

 

"What has happened, Babie? We are your friends. Tell us, and let us comfort and protect you if we can."

 

But for a time speech was impossible, and the poor girl wept with a despairing vehemence¹²² sad to see, till their gentle efforts soothed¹²³ her; and, sitting by Pauline, she told her trouble, looking oftenest at Manuel, who stood before them, as if sure of redress¹²⁴ from him.

 

"When I left here an hour or more ago I found my rooms still empty, and, though I had not seen my husband since morning, I knew he would be displeased¹²⁵ to find me waiting, so I cried myself to sleep and dreamed of the happy time when he was kind, till the sound of voices woke me. I heard Gilbert say, 'Babie is with your wife, her maid tells me; therefore we are alone here. What is this mysterious affair, Laroche?' That tempted¹²⁶ me to listen, and then, Manuel, I learned all the shame and misery¹²⁷ you so generously tried to spare me. How can I ever repay you, ever love and honor you enough for such care of one so helpless and forlorn as I?"

 

"I am repaid already. Let that pass, and tell what brings you here with such an air of fright and fear?"

 

"When you were gone he came straight to the inner room in search of something, saw me, and knew I must have heard all he had concealed¹²⁸ from me so carefully. If you have ever seen him when that fierce temper of his grows ungovernable, you can guess what I endured. He said such cruel things I could not bear it, and cried out that I would come to you, for I was quite wild with terror, grief, and shame, that seemed like oil to fire. He swore I should not, and oh, Pauline, he struck me! See, if I do not tell the living truth!"

 

Trembling with excitement, Mrs. Redmond pushed back the wide sleeve of her wrapper and showed the red outline of a heavy hand. Manuel set his teeth and stamped his foot into the carpet with an indignant exclamation¹²⁹ and the brief question, "Then you left him, Babie?"

 

"Yes, although he locked me in my room, saying the law gave him the right to teach obedience. I flung on these clothes, crept noiselessly along the balcony till the hall window let me in, and then I ran to you. He will come for me. Can he take me away? Must I go back to suffer any more?"

 

In the very act of uttering the words, Mrs. Redmond clung to Manuel with a cry of fear, for on the threshold stood her husband. A comprehensive glance seemed to stimulate his wrath and lend the hardihood wherewith to confront the three, saying sternly as he beckoned¹³⁰, "Babie, I am waiting for you."

 

She did not speak, but still clung to Manuel as if he were her only hope. A glance from Pauline checked the fiery¹³¹ words trembling on his lips, and he too stood silent while she answered with a calmness that amazed him:

 

"Your wife has chosen us her guardians¹³², and I think you will scarcely venture to use force again with two such witnesses as these to prove that you have forfeited¹³³ your right to her obedience and justify¹³⁴ the step she has taken."

 

With one hand she uncovered the discolored arm, with the other held the forgery before him. For a moment Gilbert stood daunted⁶⁸ by these mute accusations¹³⁵, but just then his ire burned hottest against Manuel; and believing that he could deal a double blow by wounding Pauline through her husband, he ignored her presence and, turning to the young man, asked significantly, "Am I to understand that you refuse me my wife, and prefer to abide by the consequences of such an act?"

 

Calmed by Pauline's calmness, Manuel only drew the trembling creature closer, and answered with his haughtiest¹³⁶ mien¹³⁷, "I do; spare yourself the labor of insulting me, for having placed yourself beyond the reach of a gentleman's weapon, I shall accept no challenge from a - "

 

A soft hand at his lips checked the opprobrious¹³⁸ word, as Babie, true woman through it all, whispered with a broken sob¹³⁹, "Spare him, for I loved him once."

 

Gilbert Redmond had a heart, and, sinful though it was, this generous forbearance wrung¹⁴⁰ it with a momentary¹⁴¹ pang¹⁴² of genuine remorse¹⁴³, too swiftly followed by a selfish hope that all was not lost if through his wife he could retain a hold upon the pair which now possessed for him the strong attraction of both love and hate. In that brief pause this thought came, was accepted and obeyed, for, as if yielding to an uncontrollable impulse of penitent¹⁴⁴ despair, he stretched his arms to his wife, saying humbly¹⁴⁵, imploringly¹⁴⁶, "Babie, come back to me, and teach me how I may retrieve¹⁴⁷ the past. I freely confess I bitterly repent¹⁴⁸ my manifold transgressions¹⁴⁹, and submit to your decree alone; but in executing justice, oh, remember mercy! Remember that I was too early left fatherless, motherless, and went astray for want of some kind heart to guide and cherish me. There is still time. Be compassionate¹⁵⁰ and save me from myself. Am I not punished enough? Must death be my only comforter? Babie, when all others cast me off, will you too forsake¹⁵¹ me?"

 

"No, I will not! Only love me, and I can forgive, forget, and still be happy!"

 

Pauline was right. The spaniel-like nature still loved the hand that struck it, and Mrs. Redmond joyfully¹⁵² returned to the arms from which she had so lately fled. The tenderest welcome she had ever received from him welcomed the loving soul whose faith was not yet dead, for Gilbert felt the value this once neglected possession had suddenly acquired, and he held it close; yet as he soothed with gentle touch and tone, could not forbear a glance of triumph at the spectators of the scene.

 

Pauline met it with that inscrutable smile of hers, and a look of intelligence toward her husband, as she said, "Did I not prophesy¹⁵³ truly, Manuel? Be kind to her, Gilbert, and when next we meet show us a happier wife than the one now sobbing¹⁵⁴ on your shoulder. Babie, good night and farewell, for we are off to the mountains in the morning."

 

"Oh, let us go with you as you promised! You know our secret, you pity me and will help Gilbert to be what he should. I cannot live at home, and places like this will seem so desolate¹⁵⁵ when you and Manuel are gone. May we, can we be with you a little longer?"

 

"If Gilbert wishes it and Manuel consents, we will bear and forbear much for your sake, my poor child."

 

Pauline's eye said, "Dare you go?" and Gilbert's answered, "Yes," as the two met with a somber¹⁵⁶ fire in each; but his lips replied, "Anywhere with you, Babie," and Manuel took Mrs. Redmond's hand with a graceful¹⁵⁷ warmth that touched her deeper than his words.

 

"Your example teaches me the beauty of compassion, and Pauline's friends are mine."

 

"Always so kind to me! Dear Manuel, I never can forget it, though I have nothing to return but this," and, like a grateful child, she lifted up her innocent face so wistfully he could only bend his tall head to receive the kiss she offered.

 

Gilbert's black brows lowered ominously¹⁵⁸ at the sight, but he never spoke; and, when her good-nights were over, bowed silently and carried his little wife away, nestling to him as if all griefs and pains were banished¹⁵⁹ by returning love.

 

"Poor little heart! She should have a smoother path to tread. Heaven grant she may hereafter; and this sudden penitence¹⁶⁰ prove no sham⁷⁴." Manuel paused suddenly, for as if obeying an unconquerable impulse, Pauline laid a hand on either shoulder and searched his face with an expression which baffled his comprehension, though he bore it steadily¹⁶¹ till her eyes fell before his own, when he asked smilingly:

 

"Is the doubt destroyed, cariña?"

 

"No; it is laid asleep."

 

Then as he drew her nearer, as if to make his peace for his unknown offense¹⁶², she turned her cheek away and left him silently. Did she fear to find Babie's kiss upon his lips?

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