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Driven she knew not why, she had crept frorant nest and the whispered reassurance and the caress she had never before endured Yes, now she craved it, invited it, longed for safe ar hand on her hair Was this Sylvia?

And Grace Ferrall, clearing her sleepy eyes, amazed, incredulous of the cold, child-like hands upon her shoulders, caught her in her arh and sob and drew her to her breast, to soothe and caress and reassure, to make up to her all she could of what is every child's just heritage

And for a long while Sylvia, lying there, told her nothing--because she did not kno--h to shadow forth the so in a neorld, where with new eyes she limpses of those dih sunlit silences when a young girl drearavely, innocently, she spoke of her engagement, and the worldly possibilities before her; of the man she was to marry, and her new and unexpected sense of loneliness in his presence, now that she had seen hiitive question or two, offered indifferently at first, then with shy persistence and curiosity, knowing nothing of the senseless for face doard across the sheets in a room close by And thereafter the murmured burden of the theme was Siward, until one, heavy eyed, turned frohed, and fell asleep; and one lay silent, head half buried in its tangled gold, wide awake, thinking vague thoughts that had no ending, no beginning And at last a rosy bar of light fell across the wall, and the war on the pillow, her face nestled in her hair, she fell asleep

Nothing of this had Mrs Ferrall told her husband

For the first time in her life had Sylvia suffered the caresses most women invite or naturally lavish; for the first ti because she did not kno, but curiously contented with the older woreat change stealing in upon her as she lay there, breathing like a child, flushed lips scarcely parted Through the early slanting sunlight the elder worave and tender--wise, sweet eyes that divined with their pure clairvoyance all that e stealing over Sylvia