She must not show anything. ‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. I am glad or sorry according as it has brought you happiness. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. She knew that the stairs they had to negotiate to the vestry were extremely narrow, and she had made her plans. " And, followed by the young couple, who gazed wistfully at the poor sufferer, he hastily quitted the room, and locked the door after him. She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances.
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