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had worked tor hlm--tnaC Margare,
really had nothing to say. One
cannot well praise man who does
not know that he has done anything
.or which to be praised. After q
while, however, she looked at him
again, and suggested that he was
very wet.
II am used to that" !" he said, smi.
ling a little.
Still he drew nearer the fire, and,
when she insisted that he should
take his slippers-her own shoes
being dry by this time-he could
not refuse to exchange his wet boots
! for them. This, Of course, made
him more comfortable, and, observ.
ing that the top of the kettle was
being merrily lifted off by the
steam, he asked Margaret if she
had had any supper. - .
! When she replied in the mega
tive. he went to his cupboard and
brought forth teapot and paper Of
tea. -
II hope you don't prefer Coffee .
he said, a little anxiously. ''for !
never drink it myself, and I have
no means to make it, nor, indeed,
any to make" ... .,.,....r
Margaret hastened to assure him
of her preference for tea, thinking
the while a little blankly Of the
pound or two of the best: Oolong
which she had lost In the struggle
to retain herumbrella, and watched
1.-THE process Of sleeping with, the
appreciation of a good house
I keeper. But she could not remain
quiet when he next producod a Loaf
of bread and proceeded to cut it
into slices for toast, Y :; .2oh
II can do that" she said, eager
|ly. "Please let me-" as he demurr-
ed, and declined to resign the
toasting-fork. "You have no idea
how very nice my toast Is. Hugh
will never let a servant make any
for him. Look! you are burning
THAT piece. Pray give it to me!''
She pleaded SO earnestly that he
had no, alternative but to- let her
.|have her own way; so she sat down
to toast the bread and scorch her
face in peace. She made very
pretty picture on the hearth in the
Pickering freight, with her bright
brown hair loose about her should
ers; and Tyrrell, who had mean
while brought forth half.eaten
ham from his inexhaustible cup
board, could not bnt pause row and
then, in the business of cutting it,
to look, and wonder if he was
awake or dreaming. .a2.a
1t was a very sociable little supper
to- which they ssateaewa aftsraahile;;
and by this time they had become
quite sociable themselves; 8, that,
when Margaret began plating her
hair to get it out Of the why (for she
had lost all such necessary append
ages comb and hair-pins), she gave
lTyrrell o recapitnlation Of the losses
which the storm had entalled upon
her. a... ;.... - alu.gJ. -.'n
III have paid almost as dearly as
Eve for my curiosity" she said. 81
have lost an umbrella -Hugh's un'
brella, and a very good one-three
pounds of tea, o hat and veil which |
bought the other day, and two braids,
which are inoomyarably the greatest
loss of all -... .tsz
II should not think you needed,
such things as braids," Tyrrell re.
marked. "Your own hair is very
abundant" ya'- d. 49,
$50 it isl she answered, threading
the soft locks through her fingers;
"but, all the came, one needs braids
when fashion dictates that every wo-
man shall wear exactly three times
as much hair as could possibly grow
on her head" ..... -..,....
"You did not use to wear them," he
said. '
She looked up at him quickly,
and he saw the bright blood come
like fash to her face. ...'"
"How do you knowP" she asked in
q low voice. ...' ID - 49,
"Do you think I have Forgotten ?"
he said, with something which seemed
like sudden passion. "Ay memory
is not so short, Margaret" Then
after pause which she did not break !:
Sometimes l wish to heaven IL were
These ave years have been little else
than one long torture and hunger to
me-euch hunger for ono sight OF
your face that I would often have
given the best years Of life to see it
for one half-hour az I see it now" al.
"Is this kind ?" she asked, looking
lot at him, but at the leaping blaze
before them. "You know that ! am
, here in your power-is it generous
f to talk to me like this ?" ......
|. Mot is not" he answered
quickly. "Forgive me for having
, done so. But how can 1 see you and
, not think of that happy fortpi ght
!. when I saw you first-fve long years
I agol 1t seems to me" be added, q
{ little wistfpily, "that you did not
, think 80 much then of the fact that
was a Tywell, and you ChHEch'l'
r as you do now" ,-.... 49,
: "How could I2" she asked, atll|
ayerting her geze. II was little more
5 than q child, and I heard very !lttlIs
of-Yopr name. l scarcely Eea,iItu
indeed. when met you as one OF thai