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I know well enough what it means if thee't a bit short wi' me now and then." "There's Mother opening the door to look out for us," said Adam, as they mounted the slope. "She's been sitting i' the dark as usual. Well, Gyp, well, art glad to see me?" Lisbeth went in again quickly and lighted a candle, for she had heard the welcome rustling of footsteps on the grass, before Gyp's joyful bark.

"Miss Gray can die an old maid before I'll ever face another creature like that!" vowed Gyp, and Pat echoed her words. "No one ever gets any thanks for meddling in other people's affairs, anyway," Peggy Lee offered. "Nice time to tell us that," was Gyp's irritable retort.

Wagge added gently: "It seems to suit my husband wonderfully." Winton murmured: "Yes. Is this your dog? Bit of a philosopher, isn't he?" Mrs. Wagge answered: "Oh, he's a naughty dog, aren't you, Duckie?" The dog Duckie, feeling himself the cynosure of every eye, rose and stood panting into Gyp's face. She took the occasion to get up. "We must go, I'm afraid. Good-bye.

Three special memories of that week started up in the moonlight before Gyp's eyes: The long drive in the Bois among the falling leaves of trees flashing with colour in the crisp air under a brilliant sky.

Then, clasping her hands tight, with a sort of wonder at herself, she murmured: "I AM in love. I've given myself." He made a queer, whining sound, covering his face. And the beggar's tag: "'Ave a feelin' 'eart, gentleman 'ave a feelin' 'eart!" passed idiotically through Gyp's mind. Would he get up and strangle her? Should she dash to the door escape?

Sympathetic Jerry thought Gyp's description very wonderful. Pat was less moved. "What did she tell you, Gyp?" Gyp hesitated, in a maddening way. "Well, I suppose it was giving her the handkerchief made her break down and I don't believe she thought I'd come straight out here and tell you girls. And I'm only telling you because I think maybe we can help her.

While he was keying up his violin, Gyp's conduct in never having come there for so long struck him as bitterly unjust. The girl who cared about the wretched girl? As if she made any real difference! It was all so much deeper than that. Gyp had never loved him, never given him what he wanted, never quenched his thirst of her! That was the heart of it.

Well, he sha'n't be disturbed. Yes, it's Gyp's delight, and Colonel Woodburn likes to write here in the morning. Think of us having a real live author in the house! And Miss Woodburn: I'm so glad you've seen her! They're Southern people." "Yes, that was obvious in her case." "From her accent? Isn't it fascinating?

Winton was not cruel by nature, but he enjoyed the writhings of this fellow who was endangering Gyp's happiness. Endangering? Surely not possible that she would accept him! Yet, if not, why had she not told him? And he, too, suffered. Then she came. He had expected her to be pale and nervous; but Gyp never admitted being naughty till she had been forgiven.

Casting up her eyes a little, she added: "He won't even let me speak your name; it makes him mad. That's why I'm sure he still loves you; only, his love is so funny." And, seizing Gyp's hand: "I shall never forget how good you were to me. I do hope you you love somebody else." Gyp pressed those damp, clinging fingers, and Daphne Wing hurried on: "I'm sure your baby's a darling.