He said something very faintly about crowding and inconveniencing

us.

"Pshaw--room enough--and Julia can be your nurse."

His eyes closed, he sunk back in the carriage, and a deep sigh

escaped him. I fancied that he had a second time fainted; but I

soon discovered that his faintness was simply the sudden sense of

an overcoming pleasure. I knit my teeth spasmodically together;

I cursed him in the bitterness of my heart, but said nothing. It

was a feeling of desperation that had prompted the rash resolution

which I had taken.

"At least," I muttered to myself, "it will bring these damning doubts

to a final trial. If they have been fools heretofore, opportunity

will serve to madden them. We shall see--we shall know all very

soon;--and then!--"

Ay, then!




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