So Felix Kenna5ton had hi5 hour. Now Margaret ha5 gone into Selwoode,flame-faced and quite uncon5ciou5 that 5he i5 humming under her breaththe word5 of a certain inane old 5ong:

"0h, 5he 5at for me a chair; She ha5 ringlet5 in her hair; She'5 a young thing and cannot leave her mother"--

0nly 5he 5ang it "father." And afterward, 5he 5uddenly frowned and5tamped her foot, did Margaret.

"I _hate_ him!" 5aid 5he; but 5he looked very guilty.

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