Exchanging glances, the girls stole softly away from the bank, neither venturing to speak till out of hearing. As they retired they came upon a heap of coarse garments, and Tabitha, catching the arm of her friend, exclaimed: "Oh, Jan, look!"

"Dearest Theobald," exclaimed Christina, drying the tears that had gathered in her eyes, "you are always, always right. Let us be self-denying, pure, upright, truthful in word and deed." She clasped her hands and looked up to Heaven as she spoke.

Though we had had happily but little fighting, Uncle Jack had no doubt by his promptitude saved the ship from being boarded, when in a few minutes every one belonging to her might have been put to death. Captain Bingley, hurrying up to Uncle Jack and grasping his hand, exclaimed "You have saved our lives, Radburn. I thank you from my heart, and there are those below who desire to thank you too."

"What have you done?" Hanaud's face flushed. He had been guilty of a clumsiness even he. Mr. Ricardo took up the tale. "Yes," he exclaimed, "what have you done?" Hanaud looked at Ricardo in amazement at his audacity. "Well, what have I done?" he asked. "Come! tell me!" "You have destroyed a clue," replied Ricardo impressively. The deepest dejection at once overspread Hanaud's burly face.

"This is wonderful," exclaimed the knight, "that the tree should belong to you, and yet you are not able to gather even a branch." They persisted, however, in declaring that the tree was their own property.

"I seem to hear the noise of a troop of horsemen," exclaimed Porthos, leaning over his horse's mane. "Impossible." "They appear to be numerous." "Then 'tis something else." "Another horse!" said Porthos. "Dead?" "No, dying." "Saddled?" "Yes, saddled and bridled." "Then we are upon the fugitives." "Courage, we have them!"

Her great eyes turned from Crossman to the Curé, and across her crimson mouth crept her slow smile. The Curé sprang to his feet at sight of her, his face went white, and the lines from nose to lips seemed to draw in. "Aurore!" he exclaimed; "Aurore!" "Oui, mon père," she drawled. "It is Aurore."

The silence was broken at last by a commonplace remark from Paul, as he pointed to the horizon "The home of our shipmates is further off than I thought it was." "The rascals!" exclaimed the captain, thinking of the shipmates, not of the home; "the place is too good for 'em." "But all of them are not equally bad," suggested Paul gently.

As she entered, Bea looked up brightly from the cardboard which she was cutting into squares. "Here you are!" she exclaimed in cheery greeting, though her eyes had shadowed instantly at sight of the unhappy drooping of every line. "Sue Merriam has been in to show me how to make you up for the play next month. It takes quite an artistic touch to darken the brows and touch up the lashes.

You see, I have thrown away my arms and stand here defenceless. But I did not come here to plead for mercy. I come to make to you all the reparation I can for the wrong I have done you. When that last act is completed, you may do with me what you please. I deserve to die, and I care not to live." "O Gascoyne, speak not thus," exclaimed the widow, earnestly.