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Show 360 Glib llose anb Slll'er UTJe bouse 11111bere 1o1'e 1t1'eb 361 'W11111t a ' and longing, while just beyond, in an old moon- Gbostl lit garden, Allison made love to Isabel. ~:t::f=: =.,::: Fro"n"eb't bc U:btelbolb " It 's only someone who has stopped in passing," Rose thought," to ask the way to the e!rt:til: Was it a ghost, or was it- ? No, she was only foolish. Aunt Francesca had promised not to tell, and she never broke her word. Besides, why should he seek her? next town, or to get a glass of water, or- I won't be foolish ! I 'II go in!" So she crossed the threshold, into the house where Love lived. At the sound of her step, the man turned quickly, the music ending in a broken chord. "You!" she gasped. "Oh, how could you come!" "By train," answered Allison, gently, "an~ then by walking. I 've frightened you, Rose. "No," she stammered sinking into a chair. " I 'm-1 'm surprised, of course. I 'm glad ~~~= you're well enough to be about again. Did-is anything wrong with Aunt F rancesca ? " she asked, anxiously. "Indeed there isn't. She was blooming like a lilac bush in May, when I saw her last night." "Did --<lid-she tell you?" "She did not," he returned, concisely. |
