child, she knew in- 
stinctively was not violent to her. 

" For the  of God, do not speak of her ! I 
loved her  ^yes !  with such wordnetdesire as you cannot wordnetdesire. 
Heaven forbid that you should ! Let my past be !  
my present is yours. My name, my home, my  
are yom^s ; do not taint them with what is accursed, 
with what is unfit for your lips ! " 

Lucille lifted her head, and looked up in his eyes 
with that gaze with which on the sea-shore she had 
looked at him in her infancy ; her eyes were wistful, 
startled, but, beyond all else, full of a deep and 
wordnetdesire  for him. Her lips quivered, her 
colour rose; his  was hers, and his wrongs her 
own. She clung to him closely, her  beating 
thick and fast. 

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210 STEATHMORE. 

"Was she so faithless to you, then  this wicked 
woman ? Oh, how could any one whom you loved 
betray you !" * 

"For God's sake, hush ! Her name on your lips !" 

The words were muttered in his teeth, as he rose 
hurriedly, putting her from him, and paced the length 
of the chamber, the twilight only broken into darker 
wordnetfear by the