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Then his glance fell upon War Mar
garet. whose air of coquettish SIM
plfcity would not have misbecome
r&eyogn laay,s G Ssr Sis b maia' and and
again. and he burst into a hearty
laugh. "Ha. my fair friend: nave you
come to enliven my solitude once
more? What! Sir Godfrey Beaude-
sert? can not say I anticipated the
honor OF a visit from you. 1 fancied
than you approved"
Sir Godfrey flushed. MY good fell
low" he said haughtily, II have no
personal enmity toward YOU; 1 merely
dld my duty as q citizen in appearing
as a witness against YOU"
oh! ] had forgotten that" said
Robin ~nesligcntly. Il was thinking Of
the time when 1 and my friends We're
chasing you and yours. and the corr
stables shot my horse-poor Firebrand.
l wonder what became of him-and
turned the tide Of battle"
Sheath. fellow!" Sir Godfrey began
furiously, but Prue checked him with
a light touch on the arm.
Pray, gentlemen, do not waste time
quarreling; what does it matter now
VINO lleu ana VINO purSued"
AT the sound of her voice, at once
gentle and imperious. the two men
dropped their warlike air. n Robin.
who was ~astounded to recognize Prue
i'm Sir Gcoffrey's companion. seemed
petrified into a statue of expectancy.
"lf we can have a few minutes pri.
vacy-?" she suggested.
Sir Godfrey beckoned to the ja;ler.
n after a conference. en-
livened by the clinking of coin. the
latter consented to see that they were
uninterrupted for as long as they
wished.
While that was being arranged.
Prue approached Robin with a timid
air. Master Robert de Cliffe-or Robin
Freemantle"-she said. II thank YOU
for consenting to my wild scheme, and
l pray you. forgive me ii it seems
heartless."
Madam. 1 deem myself fortunate. il
my death be of any use to you," he
replied. with a ring of bitter sadness
in his tone.
Prue, greatly surprised by the voice.
! which had none of the r%oughness of the
robbers greeting ON ~Bleaklnoor, looked
more closely at Robin, and discovered
that he was young, handsome. and by
no means ferOcious looking.
II would not have you feel harshly
toward me-" she said. in a low. thrill
ing voice. ut is not too late. even
AlON, " lItC " WlIEOVuW NJ You deem
ME ~overbold.'
A spasm of apprehension shivered
through him. Had she brought his
dream so near realization only to
snatch it from him? Could a woman
be so cruel to a dying man? He met
agonized supplication. Withdraw
now" he muttered, unable to voice
The prayer of his eyes. Then why
come at ALTO mock me-"
But Prue was quick to read mems
hearts. and what she saw in Robins
translated his few arupt words into a
that stirred hers to pity.
therefore, to console him (the jailer
having by this time retired). she now
threw off her wraps. II revealed such
a VISION of %lovliness as fairly illuminate
ed n dingy prison cell. His look Of
delighted surprise satisfied her.
II recognize you now. but you are
FAR, far more beautiful than even my
dreams Of you! And have you really
made yourself so fine to gladden. a
poor prisoners eyes?" "a Robin. gaz-
ing with rapture upon the graceful
figure In its dainty lgarb of brocaae
and lace. the lovely face. from which
eyes of the most dazzling brightness
smiled a%lluringly upon him; the little
hand. so tapering and dimpled stretched
out to him with a gesture. half-en-
treaty and half command. AS he took
~ w Ills, sac OluSIl0Q Il lCCl0 r0lnems
berilg how he had behaved the other
time she offered it. But this time.
he bent his head and laid a courtly and
r~everential salute upon it.
We have nothing to wait for now,"
said Sir Godfrey. impatiently observ-
ing this little episode. 'Parson Good
ridge. have you shown the papers to
this gentleman. to make sure they are
correct?"
Robin mechanically took up the pa
pers the parson had laid on the table,
and read out the names from the mar
riage license. Robert Gregory de
Cliffe he nodded approval and
glanced further down.. '.Prue, widow
Of James Stuart Brooke and daughter
of Reginald Wynne and Anne Drum
loch, his wife" All the titles a been
eliminated. and there was nothing to
show hat the bride was not Of plebe-
ian origin. Robin smiled slightly. Was
1t worth while to be mysterious with
q man virtually dead? He recalled
that Peggie had made him promise to
keep his marriage with my LADY, a
secret. but it was apparent that he was
not to be trusted with more Of the SCI
cret than was absolutely necessary.
1T IL quite correct he said, laying
the paper down.
Then let US proceed to business.
Master Goodridge. pray do your office
quickly. Let US have 40 homilies on