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        "Mot; o trusive ligting in t tting-room tained. "I am so ; sed, "and you must be oo!"

        Mrs. Vane    ened ers ;; s;I am only . You must not t your ag. Mr. Isaacs o us, and we owe ;

        ted. "Money, Mot; s;ter? Love is more t;

        "Mr. Isaacs y pounds to pay off our debts and to get a proper outfit for James. You must not fet t, Sibyl. Fifty pounds is a very large sum. Mr. Isaacs    siderate."

        " a gentleman, Mote talks to me," said to    and going over to the window.

        "I dont knohe elder woman querulously.

        Sibyl Vaossed ;e dont    ; ted tals of rembled. Some sout over irred ty folds of ;I love ; she said simply.

        "Foolis; -pesqueo the words.

        t t in radia, as to .    of a dream hem.

        t ed at prudence, quoted from t book of . So remake    o searc    h.

        tered its met be ric of. Against t s by hin lips moving, and smiled.

        Suddenly s to speak. troubled ;Mot; s;--ell--t feel erribly proud. Mot;

        t daubed co ;Five me, Mot pains you to talk about our fat it only pains you because you loved    look so sad. I am as o-day as you y years ago. A me be ;

        "My coo young to t do you kno even kno, and really, ralia, and I o t say t you sion. ;

        "A me be ;

        Mrs. Vane gla rical gestures t so often bee a mode of sed nature to a stage-player, clasped    t, to t of figure, and    .    so finely bred as er. One ed betensified ally elevated o ty of an audience. S sure t tableau eresting.

        "You mig; said tured grumble.

        "A you dont like being kissed, Jim," s;You are a dreadful old bear." And she room and hugged him.

        James Vane looked into ers faderness. "I    you to e out    suppose I s    to."

        "My son, dont say suc; murmured Mrs. Vaaking up a tarical dress, o patc. S a little disappoi    joi uresqueness of tuation.

        ", Mot."

        "You pain me, my son. I trust you urn from Australia in a position of affluence. I believe ty of any kind in t I y--so    e bad assert yourself in London."

        "Society!" muttered t;I dont    to kno t. I so make some moo take you and Sibyl off tage. I e it."

        "O; said Sibyl, laug; are you really going for a    o say good-bye to some of your friends-- to tom    on,    is very s of you to let me    afternoon.    us go to t;

        "I am too s; ;Only so t;

        "Nonsense, Jim," sroking t.

        ated for a moment. "Very ;    last, "but dooo long dressing." S of tairs. tle feet pattered overhead.

        imes. turo till figure in t;Mot; he asked.

        "Quite ready, James," s s ill at ease ure roubled ion, became intolerable to o plain. omen defend ttag, just as ttack by sudden and strange surrenders. "I ented, James, ; s;You must remember t it is your oors office. Solicitors are a very respectable class, and in try often dine    families."

        "I e offices, and I e clerks," ;But you are quite rigc let o any    c;

        "James, you really talk very strangely. Of course I c;

        "I leman es every nigo tre and goes beo talk t about t?"

        "You are speaking about t uand, James. In tomed to receive a great deal of most gratifying attention. I myself used to receive many bouquets at oime. t ood. As for Sibyl, I do not kno present . But t t tion is a perfect gentleman.    polite to me. Besides, ;

        "You dont knohe lad harshly.

        "No," ans revealed    is quite romantic of ocracy."

        James Va ;atc; ;c;

        "My son, you distress me very mucleman is    tra alliance rust ocracy. , I must say. It mig brilliant marriage for Sibyl. te remarkable; everybody notices t;

        ttered someto    turned round to say somethe door opened and Sibyl ran in.

        "; s; is tter?"

        "Not; ;I suppose one must be serious sometimes. Good-bye, Mot five oclock. Everyt my ss, so you need not trouble."

        "Good-bye, my son," sraiateliness.

        Sremely a tone ed    had made her feel afraid.

        "Kiss me, Mot; said toucs frost.

        "My c; cried Mrs. Vane, looking up to the ceiling in search of an imaginary gallery.

        "e, Sibyl," said iently. ed ations.

        t out into t and strolled doon Road. t tting cloth a rose.

        Jim froime to time ive glance of some stranger.    dislike of being stared at, e unscious of t srembling in laug s t talk of    prattled on about to sail, about tain to find, about to save from ted bus to remain a sailor, or a supercarget in, and a black s d to long screaming ribands! o leave t Melbourne, bid a polite good-bye to tain, and go off at oo to e across a large    of pure gold, t     doo t in a ed poli. to attack times, and be defeated er. Or, no.    to go to t all. t intoxicated, and s eaco be a nice so see tiful    married, and e ful tore for     be very good, and not lose emper, or spend    s be sure, also, to e to o say    before    to sleep. God coo, and in a few years e rid happy.

        tened sulkily to -sick at leaving home.

        Yet it    t made ill a strong sense of tion. to leman, and ed , ed inct for , and    y of ure, and in t sae peril for Sibyl and Sibyls s; as times them.

        o ask of        tre, a    tage-door,    loose a train of s.    as if it ing-crop across    togeto a c his underlip.

        "You are not listening to a ; cried Sibyl, "and I am making t deligure. Do say somet;

        " do you    me to say?"

        "O you    fet us," s him.

        ;You are more likely tet me tet you, Sibyl."

        S; do you mean, Jim?" she asked.

        "You    told me about ;

        "Stop, Jim!" s;You must not say anyt ;

        " even kno; to kno;

        " you like t it. If you only sa ralia. You re to-nigo be to play Juliet. O! Fancy, Jim, to be in love and play Juliet! to ting to play for ! I am afraid I may frigen or ento be in love is to surpass ones self. Poor dreadful Mr. Isaacs o    to-nigion. I feel it. And it is all    I am poor beside    does t matter? y creeps in at t reing. ter, and it is summer noime for me, I t;

        "leman," said the lad sullenly.

        "A prince!" s; more do you ?"

        "s to enslave you."

        "I s t of being free."

        "I    you to beware of ;

        "to see o rust ;

        "Sibyl, you are mad about ;

        Sook ;You dear old Jim, you talk as if you    is. Dont look so sulky. Surely you so t, terribly . But it    noo a ne do people go by."

        took ts amidst a croculip-beds across te dust-- tremulous cloud of orris-root it seemed--ing air. tly coloured parasols danced and dipped like monstrous butterflies.

        Salk of s. . to eac a game pass ters. Sibyl felt oppressed. S unicate    smile curving t sullen mouter some time s. Suddenly s a glimpse of golden .

        Sarted to . "t; she cried.

        "; said Jim Vane.

        "Prince C; ser toria.

        ;So me.    . I must see ;    at t moment t out of the park.

        "; murmured Sibyl sadly. "I wis;

        "I wis;

        S ed    to gape. A lady standing close to ittered.

        "e a; s glad at w he had said.

        atue, surned round. ty in    became laug ;You are foolisterly foolisempered boy, t is all.    knoalking about. You are simply jealous and unkind. A you said ;

        "I am sixteen," ;and I kno. Moto you. S uand o look after you. I    going to Australia at all. I    mind to cicles    been signed."

        "O be so serious, Jim. You are like one of to be so fond of ag in. I am not going to quarrel o see     quarrel. I know you would never ;

        "Not as long as you love ; he sullen answer.

        "I s; she cried.

        "And ;

        "For ever, too!"

        "ter."

        S her hand on his arm. he was merely a boy.

        At t to ton Road. It er five oclock, and Sibyl o lie doed t s     present. So make a se, aed ses of every kind.

        In Sybils oed. t, and a fierce murderous red er o , ened and kissed ion. tears in    doairs.

        ing for    uality, as ered.    sat doo able and craained clotter of street-cabs, e t    to him.

        After some time,    a    t    to kno sold to    cattered lace cruck six,    up and    to turned bad looked at . In    enraged him.

        "Moto ask you,"    t;tell me trut to knoo my fat;

        S , t t nig last, a s no terror. Indeed, in some measure it ment to ness of tion called for a diresuation    been gradually led up to. It    reminded her of a bad rehearsal.

        "No," s ty of life.

        "My fat; cried ts.

        S;I kne leman. Indeed, ed."

        An oat;I dont care for myself," ;but do Sibyl. . . . It is a gentleman, isnt it, oo, I suppose."

        For a moment a ion came over t;Sibyl ; s;I ;

        touc to; ;but I could not . I must go net t you er, and believe me t if ter, I    ;

        ted folly of t, te gesture t apa, tiosp time for many monto iional scale, but    . trunks o be carried doled in and out. t    in vulgar details. It ment t sattered lace    a great opportunity ed. Selling Sibyl e s    so look after. S    s ically expressed. S t t it some day.
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