ng such a nervous, feeble coward," she said, "that I am
afraid of a rabbit? What have I to fear from him?"

She laughed at her weak folly, and to prove to herself that she was no
longer under the influence of dread she took her book and opened it at
random, but did not read a word, for her musings began again.

"It is excusable," she thought. "All these years of dread of discovery,
of some end coming to their plans, and for the sake of what? A
miserable gilded life of luxury that is hateful to me and makes me
shiver when I look into his pleading eyes. He loves me and would marry
me to-morrow in his ignorance; and then what would he say when he knew
the truth? I cannot bear it; there must--there shall be an end. It is
not life; it is one miserable nightmare of fear."

She sprang to her feet, uttering a faint cry of horror, and turned to
run. For there was some truth in her suspicions; she had been followed.
There was a quick step behind, and she had run some little distance
before, glancing back, she saw that it was not James Clareborough, but
Chester, standing beneath the trees which had sheltered her, and now
gazing after her with a look of anger and despair.

She stopped, and he came up to her side.

"Have I grown so hateful to your sight?" he said bitterly.

"No, no!" she cried, holding out her trembling hand, which he seized and
pressed passionately to his lips. "I thought it was James
Clareborough."

"Then he has dared to insult you again?" said Chester, angrily.

"No, no; indeed, no," she cried.

"But you live in fear of him. Oh, Marion, Marion, how long is this
weary life to last? Once more let me plead. Would not a quiet life
with my devotion be a happier one than this miserable luxury, where you
are constantly persecuted by a scoundrel?"

"Oh, hush, hush!" she murmured. "I have told you it can never be."

"Yes, but these are words. Your woman's honour forbids you to stay."

"Hush, for pity's sake! You torture me," she cried. "Must I explain,
but you must see and know that I am tied down to it, that I cannot leave
my brother--that he would never let me go."

"I cannot--I will not believe but that all this is imaginary," said
Chester, firmly. "Will you not trust me? Will you not tell me what it
all means, and let me, a man, be the judge?"

"No," she said, mastering her emotion and speaking calmly now. "Once
more, I cannot, I will not explain. Why have you come down here?"

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