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      "Then I am perfectly content."She thought that if she were to appeal to Lostwithiel's honour some spark of better feeling would prevail over that madness which had wrecked her, and he would let her go, he would take her back to England, and facilitate her secret return to the home she had dishonoured. But could she trust herself to make that appeal? Could she stand fast against his pleading, if he implored her to stay with him, to live the life that he had planned for her, the life that he had painted so eloquently, the dreamy, beautiful life amidst earth's most romantic scenes, the life of love in idleness? Could she resist him if he should pleadit might be with tearshe, whom she adored, her destroyer and her divinity? No, she must leave the yacht before he came back to her. But how?

      "My dear Mrs. Crowther, what nonsense," cried Isola, growing crimson at this motherly officiousness. "I have never been out of health, or in the least likely to go into a decline. One cannot always look like a dairy-maid."

      Give it to me.

      Mr. Hazelrigg came into the room beaming, looked at his wife and smiled, as he held out his hand to Colonel Disney, looked at his sister-in-law and smiled again, and held out his hand to her, the smile broadening a little, as if with really affectionate interest.

      But she was left to live in the convent without [357] ever leaving it, and her lot would have been deplorable indeed but for the affection and sympathy she met with from every one, above all, from the good abbess, Mme. de Rossgnol, who had taken care of her education, and with whom she dined and spent the whole day.

      I dont know, said Trafford.

      She opened the door and went into the next room. Lady Wyndover was seated in a low chair beside the fire, with a dainty tea-service, of silver and Svres, before her, and she greeted Esmeralda with a smile, and motioned her to draw up a chair on the other side of the fire.


      "This is just the kind of beauty he would admire," thought Hulbert, "something out of the commona pale, spiritual beautynot dependent upon colouring, or even upon regularity of featurethe kind of thing one calls soul, not having found a better name for it."



      "He was always courteous to you, I hope?"