"The danger's past," whispered Bess. ‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. ” He was bereft of words for a moment, and in that moment she escaped, having passed him on deftly to one of the later arrivals. There was nothing of the phenomenon in this. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. ’ ‘What son?’ asked Roding. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. “Well, anyhow, consider it open.
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