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Kilmeny of the Orchard

seems to me that I ought to speak. I hope you won’t be angry, but even if you are I must say what I have to say. Are you going back to the old Connors orchard to meet Kflmeny Gordon? ”

For a moment an angry flush burned in Eric’s face. It was more Mrs. William- son’s tone than her words which startled

and annoyed him.

“ Yes, I am, Mrs. Williamson,” he said coldly. “ What of it? ”

“ Then, sir,’ ’ said Mrs. Williamson with more firmness, “I have got to tell you that I don’t think you are doing right. I have been suspecting all along that that was where you went every evening, but I haven’t said a word to any one about it. Even my husband doesn’t know. But tell me this, Master. Do Kilmeny’s uncle and aunt know that you are meeting her there? ”

“ Why,” said Eric, in some confusion, “ I—I do not know whether they do or not. But Mrs. Williamson, surely you do

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