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She saw that he glanced eagerly round the room, as if expecting to see someone else perhaps Margaret Adair and her heart hardened to him a little as she gave him her hand. Had he come at that hour because Margaret generally took her lesson then? "How cold you are!" cried Wyvis, holding the little hand for the moment in his own. "On this hot day! How can you manage to keep so cool??"

"It was for Janetta as well as for you that I did it. Wyvis but it is no use now. And, God forgive me, I did not know what I did." She sank into silence and spoke no more for the next few hours. Her life was quietly ebbing away. Towards midnight, she opened her eyes and spoke again. "Janetta Wyvis," she said softly, and then the last moment came.

She made scarcely a sound, but her figure was swayed by the tempest as if it would have fallen. Joe, the young brother, who could as yet scarcely realize the magnitude of the loss which he had sustained, glanced at her uneasily; but it was not he, but Wyvis Brand, who suddenly made a step forward and gave her just in time the support of his strong arm.

Wyvis was tired of me before ever he married me. I soon found that out. And you think I should be caring for him then? Not I. But there was a time when I would have kissed the very ground he walked on. But he never cared for me like that." "Then why ". "Why did he marry me? Chiefly because his old fool of a mother egged him on. She should have let us alone."

Brought up by its mother a woman without heart or principle or anything that is good! Much comfort the child is likely to be to me when I get hold of it." "When will that be?" said Mrs. Brand, as if speaking to herself rather than to him. But Wyvis replied: "When she is tired of it not before. I do not know where she is." "Does she not draw her allowance?" "Not regularly.

In spite of his apparent roughness Wyvis Brand was an impressionable man.

Such gossip was really unfounded, for Mary was a good woman in her way, though not a very wise one; but the charges against her were believed in many places, and never disproved. It was even whispered that the little boy was Mark Brand's own son, and that John Wyvis had met his death through some foul play. Rumors of this kind died down in course of time.

It was in this plantation which was divided from the woods only by a wire fence that Janetta had found little Julian and had afterwards encountered Wyvis Brand. In spring the plantation was a particularly pleasant place. It was starred with primroses and anemones in the earlier months of the year, and blue with hyacinths at a later date.

She could not remain long in any place without winning trust and affection, and there was not a servant in Wyvis Brand's employ who did not soon learn that the best way of gaining help in need or redress for any grievance was to address himself or herself to little Miss Colwyn. To Mrs. Brand, now more weak and ailing than ever, Janetta was like a daughter.

I used to know him at Monaco. Oh, there's no harm in little South; only he isn't very bright." "I am sorry for Margaret," said Janetta. "Oh she will be perfectly happy. She will always move in her own circle of society, and that is paradise for Margaret." "You are very hard on her, Wyvis," Janetta said, reprovingly. "She is capable of higher things than you believe." "Capable!

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