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XXXIV. The Return of Alwyn Bles

it so deftly that he felt rather than observed it. Miss Smith still systematically snubbed him when he broached the subject of Zora. With others he did not speak; the matter seemed too delicate and sacred, and he always had an awful dread lest sometime, somewhere, a chance and fatal word would be dropped, a breath of evil gossip which would shatter all. He had hated to obtrude his troubles on Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell, who seemed so torn in soul. But today he must speak, although time pressed.

‚Äú Mrs. ¬ÝCresswell,‚Äù he began hurriedly, ‚Äúthere‚Äôs a matter‚ÅÝ‚Äîa personal matter of which I have wanted to speak‚ÅÝ‚Äîa long time‚ÅÝ‚ÄîI‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù The dinner-bell rang, and he stopped, vexed.

‚ÄúCome up to the house this afternoon,‚Äù she said; ‚ÄúColonel Cresswell will be away‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù Then she paused abruptly. A strange startling thought flashed through her brain. Alwyn noticed nothing. He thanked her cordially and hurried toward the dining-hall, meeting Colonel Cresswell on horseback just as he turned into the school gate.

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