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"Of course we are all going," said she. "Except one," said Vizard, dryly. "That is too bad," said Fanny. "Here he drives us all to visit his blue-stocking, but he takes good care not to go himself." "Perhaps he prefers to visit her alone," suggested Severne. Zoe looked alarmed. "That is so," said Vizard. "Observe, I am learning her very phrases.

In the terrible conflict for my poor peons battled bravely my wife, with Zoe in her arms, had rushed out and hidden in a cave that was in the garden. I found them in the ranche of a vaquero in the woods, whither they had wandered." "And your daughter Adele have you heard aught of her since?" "Yes, yes, I will come to that in a moment.

"At what hour are we to expect the captain?" asked Mrs. Dinsmore. "About ten." "And where does he propose to take us?" inquired Zoe. "I presume wherever the ladies of the party decide that they would like to go."

They did not actually quarrel, but there was a cessation of loving looks and endearing words and names. It was simply Zoe and Edward now instead of dearest and love and darling, while they rather avoided than sought each other's society.

What had this man before her, this tramp habitant of whom she had heard, of course, to do with little Zoe in the cradle her little Zoe who had come just when she was most needed; who had brought her man and herself close together again after an estrangement which neither had seemed able to prevent. "What's best for the child!" How did the child in the cradle concern this man?

Our performance to-morrow will at any rate but Zoe, pray be good enough to retire with the maids; I have a few words to say to my brother alone."

But Zoe, being scared herself, did not notice his troubled state. She had run to meet him and now began crying: "Oh, monsieur, do come in! Madame nearly died yesterday evening!" And when he asked for particulars: "Something it's impossible to believe has happened a miscarriage, monsieur." Nana had been in the family way for the past three months.

"I move that we spend the morning there," said Zoe. "How many of us have skates, I wonder?" "You have I think, have you not?" said Edward. "Yes; yours and mine are both in good order; I examined them only the other day." The captain asked how many knew how to use skates, and from the replies it seemed that all the lads had been more or less accustomed to their use, some of the girls also.

She took no notice of that; but presently there was a rustling of silk on the stairs, and two voices, and then a tap at the door. "Come in," said she; and Zoe entered just as the last spill burned out. Rhoda Gale rose in a dark room; but a gas-light over the way just showed her figure. "Miss Gale?" said Zoe, timidly. "I am Miss Gale," said Rhoda, quietly, but firmly.

"Am I actually growing so extremely old?" he asked with a comically rueful look. "Really, I had flattered myself that I was still a vigorous man, capable of a great deal of exertion." "So you seem to be, Cousin Horace," said Mr. Keith, "and certainly you are quite youthful compared to Marcia and myself." "Oh fie, Uncle Keith," laughed Zoe, "to insinuate that a lady is so very ancient!"