fugitive schemes 
to banish from his sight, and thrust out of his world, 
that nameless beggar at the gates ! 

A homeless wanderer was more powerful than he ; 
he had had his vengeance, whose sweetness he had 
once said could never escape him, but its fruit was 
his also, and of whatever it brought forth must he 
eat. 

An hour later and his carriage swept with swift and 
silent roll over the turf, and under the pleasant wordnetfear 
of the trees, in the  of the setting sun. Lucille 
lay back beside him, her bright, rapid words broken 
with sweet melody of happy laughter, her face turned 
to him, radiant with the gay softness of her father's 
smile, while she told him a thousand brilliant, airy 
trifles of the world that was so new to her, and 
of which she saw but one phase,  full of graceful 
beauty, and harmonious as music to her. And he 
heard her while his thoughts were heavy Avith deadly 
memories, he looked on her uplifted eyes while 
his own restlessly sought the face of the woman to 
whom he was for ever bound by the indissoluble 
bondage of a mutual crime. He dreaded the gaze 
of his traitress, as he had never dreaded the close 
presence of death when the waves beat him down, and 
the cold, curled