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Mr Aylett had--accidentally, it would seem--his wife understood

that the action was prele to

the piano that allowed hie

the merriest bachelor there his share of enjoyeful countenance, the Sappho-like

head, and the delicate hands which one could have thought made the

music, rather than did the obedient keys they touched The wedded

lovers had taste and pride in equal proportions, and a parade of

their satisfaction in one another for the edification or a to both, but the

ray that sped from half-averted eyes, frolance, also shot sidelong beneath dropped

lashes, said more to each other than would a quarto volume of

stereotyped protestations and caresses, such as Toene Clearly, neither Mr nor

Mrs Winston Aylett was fond of sugar-candy

Mabel's faith in the sincerity of her sister-in-law's agreeable

sayings and as not invariable nor absolute She liked her

after a certain fashion; got along swily with her, the amazed

public decided "SO much better than could have been expected, and

than was custoe, and not by descent;"

yet herhelped her to

detect the petty artifices hich Clara cajoled the unwary,

moulded the plastic at her will But she had never questioned the

reality of her love for Winston As a wife, her deportment was

exemplary, her devotion too freely and consistently rendered to have