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was born. Captain Bruce brought up his children as well as he could; he would not separate himself fro

l established, in London, offered to take the lad, finish his education, and then put him into the house, as he called it, t

his father and sister; the tie between the three had not been broken by absence, but only made stronger. The girl had lived a concentrated life, therefore an isolated one. She had had her own way on almost all occasions. It was said of her, "Any one can see that she has been brought up by a man!" In reality there were two men; for Jack had seemed to her a man when he was only twel

have a small share of the profits; but the due time was not yet, and would not be for some years. His father's old friend, who had been his friend also, as well as his sponsor in the firm, had died. But his widow, who liked the young American-she was an American herself, though long expatriated-continued to extend to him much kindness; and, when his sister came over, she included her in the invitations. Eve did not care much for these opportunities, nor for the other opportunities that follow

short off; he too had a determined mouth. "I can't stand it any longer, Eve; I am going home. Fortunately you are provided for, or I couldn't. I shall lose my place here, of cours

of American women during those dark times of war. She remained in London, because it was understood between them that Jack was to ret

s a Southern girl-he was even particular as to her name and position: Cicely Abercrombie, the granddaughte

Abercrombie in Octob

the jealousy of her affection; he had accepted her devotion and enjoyed it, but he had believed, without thinking much about it at any time, that all sisters were like that. In urging her, therefore, to join them, he did not in the least suspect that the chief obstacle lay in that very word "them," of which he was so proud. To join "them," to see some one else preferred; where she had been first, to take humbly a second place! And who could tell whether this girl was worthy of hi

e next winter, Jack wrote joyfully to announce the birth of a son. He had not ma

for the first

r, almost by force, to her place in the country, beautiful Hayling Hall, in Warwickshire. When at last she was able to hold a pen, Eve wrote again to Cicely; only a few lines (her first epistle had not been much longer); still, a letter. The reply was again from Miss Abercrombie, and, compa

sity of her strong will, of her burning, jealous sorrow, that he should