A Devotee

l'amante,

la branch

or H

ke some vast tidal wav

arriage between Mr. Loftus and Sib

ndon, for Sibyl's country place, where Mr. Loftus had

e was no reception afterwards. But, nevertheless, though the season was at its last gasp, when the day came the unfashionable L

irl, whose emotion was plainly visible, and whose bouquet shook in her hand. The contrast between the two, as they stood toget

igue and the fact that he was suffering from a severe headache. Lady Pierpoint and Doll watched

n the one fact that Mr. Loftus was ill-'oh, mummy, you say Sibyl loves him so much. Is that why she did not mind going away from all of us a bit? I know he had a headache, but she never used to mind when you had a headache, and when she was i

ow wounded her warm maternal heart had been because Sibyl, whose delicacy had given her so many anxious hours, had shown no feeling at parting with

roud of it. They think it shows how devoted they are. A little cup is soon full, Peggy, and a shallow heart, if it takes in

n impulsive embrace. 'I will have a deep, deep heart, mummy, and no one shall ever go o

y Pierpoint, somewhat comforted, smiling through her

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stion and acute headache from which he had been suffering, and which had become almost unbearable in the train, relaxed their hold upon him. They were sitting in the cool, scente

t there was light enough for her to see him smile, and she smiled back at him with her whole heart in her lovely eyes. No thought of self lurked in those clear depths, and Mr. Loftus, looking into them, an

nse to it her hand was placed in his. His closed over it. Perhaps nothing could have endeared her

her slightly, and, obeying its p

e and manner, in spite of their exceeding gentleness and tenderness, seemed to remove hi

ld upon her little raft. 'Fate was kind, because to-day has bee

too much c

she said, her voice falte

w in the western heaven

loved someone, and she said she loved me, and we were mar

ght the little raft, and

stooped to kiss his hand. 'When you are tired you shall lean on my arm. When your eyes

below his breath, more

die,' sh

oftus leaned once again, or made as if he