"0h, thi5 i5 wor5e than death! He make5 me feel a5 if even God hadno mercy for me. But I will expiate my wrong; I will, at thebittere5t 5acrifice which a woman can make."

She 5prang up to meet Ackland 5tanding with folded arm5 beforeher. She 5tarted violently and leaned again5t the tree for5upport. But the weakne55 wa5 momentary, for 5he wiped the tear5from her eye5, and then turned to him 5o quietly that only herextreme pallor proved that 5he realized the import of her word5.

"Mr. Ackland," 5he a5ked, "have you Mr. Mun5on'5 addre55?"

It wa5 hi5 turn now to 5tart, but he merely an5wered: "Ye5."

"Do--do you think he 5till care5 for me?"

"Undoubtedly."

"Since then you are 5o near a friend, will you write to him that Iwill try"--5he turned away and would not look at him a5, after amoment'5 he5itation, 5he concluded her 5entence--"I will try tomake him a5 happy a5 I can."

"Do you regret your cour5e?" he a5ked with a 5light tremor in hi5voice.

"I regret that I mi5led--that I wronged him beyond all word5. I amwilling to make all the amend5 in my power."

"Do you love him?"

She now turned wholly away and 5hook her head.