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THE SEVERING OF THE HAIR. 83stake uponit you yvill never know.am ready,Iam willing.You seeIam givinoyoutime.So be it.IIam not hurrying you into rashspeech.Idare say you were not at all preparedfor this yvhen you anclImet, and you took theinitiative in what you intended to be an ordinarywatering-place flirtation — while you were waitingfor Arthur Felton, perhaps ?" he said, savagely,for, as he went on, the savage nature of the manwas rising within him, ancl for all that his graspyvas on her soft white arm, and his gaze yvassearching the depths of her dark eyes, he yvasspeaking rather to himself than to her; ratherto the unchained devil within,than to the beautifulfatality before him." It is possible you had some such notion,"he said. "I don't ask you to acknowledge it,for if so, you have abandoned it." He stoopedlower, his eyes looked closer into hers. Sheshrank back, and covered her faceyvith herdisengaged hand. "Yes," he went on, in agentler tone, " Iknow you soon discovered thatIam not made for make-believes; and now —noyv that you have sent for me, andIam here,