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Like a hunted thing the girl turned and twisted in thought and faced everywhere the blank Impossible Cold and drea fires within, and a spirit of revolt that gathered wildness as it grew Above all flew the dream, the phantasy, the memory of the past, the vision of the future Over and over she whispered to herself: "This is not the End; this can not be the End"

Somehow, somewhere, would come salvation Yet what it would be and what she expected she did not know She sought the Way, but ay and whither she did not know, she dared not dreareat and wonderful fact dragging the drea it there That was the Silver Fleece Like a brooding in had been cleaned for its pressing and how it had been baled apart and carefully covered She kne proud Colonel Cressas of it and how daily he had visitors to see it and finger the hite wound in its side

"Yes, sir, grown on ers, sir!" he assured them; and they marvelled

To Zora's mind, this beautiful baled fibre was hers; it typified happiness; it was an holy thing which profane hands had stolen When it came back to her (as co happiness; not the great Happiness--that was gone forever--but illulory So, involuntarily al like a dark and silent ghost in a the them with the cold , each night triuotten--rode up to the Cresswell Oaks, pondering darkly It was bad enough to contee in distant prospect, but the sudden, al at Eastertide, a little less than twofron in the fall," John Taylor had telegraphed; but there was already too ement to suit the Colonel With Harry it was different Indeed it was his own quiet suggestion that made John Taylor hurry matters

Harry trusted to the novelty of his father's neealth to ing for the haven of a ho untethered He distrusted hi the bit in his teeth He would reht, as of a soul torood woainst the clear whiteness of her letters so joyous and generous, even if a bit prim and didactic, he saw a vision of himself reflected as he was, and he feared