dont knoingly. t smile - `I ted. And yet, if  extremely ed afterwards, I s.

    `Ive often o love a man t ot likely to love.

    `t  like  be very disagreeable.  look at me tuck in orry does. I s fond of t; but I never felt any pity for young torry. Ive never any pity for conceited people, because I t about hem.

    `But suppose, Maggie - suppose it ed - ed about -   it   rare moments...

    P  s t  e told  ted to rained and indifferent as ever.

    But s looking indifferent noruck ion in Pone surned quickly to look at  on speaking, a great c spasm of tures suc o readjust tions of t. Se silent, and orunk of a fallen tree, s doo spare for rembling.

    `Maggie, said Pting more and more alarmed in every fres of silence, `I o say it - forget t Ive said it. I sented, if they were.

    tress o say somet t of it. And t to say t tears dooo.

    ` made you e me, Maggie? said Puously. `Do you tuous fool?

    `O P grateful for any love. But... but I  of your being my lover. It seemed so far off - like a dream - only like one of tories one imagines - t I should ever have a lover.

    `to ting aking ion of a sudden hope. `Do you love me?

    Maggie turned rat question seemed not easy to ans  P liquid and beautiful ation, yet , simple, girlisenderness.

    `I tter: t le  ter for us not to say any more about it -  it, dear P even be friends, if our friends t I  o me in some rongly again t it o evil.

    `But no evil  fear before, you o your real self