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THE PLOTTERS. 143 of voices in speech and laughter came to him. Miss Hilary and her governess were approaching down the lime walk. An enormous Irish setter dog followed at their skirts. It was Faith’s pet and playfellow, that Uriel had trained to keep the girl company in her desultory wander- ings about the environs of the city of her birth, and along the bright gulf-shore where Faith loved to roam at will. ‘‘How gay you are this morning!” called Vernois to the laughing girl, as she drew near to his resting-place. ‘‘ Yes, and for avery good reason. I sent a bouquet of hot-house flowers, with a note, to Mr. Warren, and re- ceived a reply, written with his own hand, to say that he is greatly better, and hopes soon to join us again.” ‘‘T should be willing to suffer twice as much, and as long as he has done, if my recovery could give you such pleasure.” He spoke the words lightly, and smiled; but the fire in his languid eyes burned with a.darker glow as he watched the bright, changeful face that looked down on him from the shadow of Faith’s broad sun-hat. “Would you, though?” There was more zazvefe than coquetry in the question, as she bent forward to reach a wreath of jasmine from the branches above his head. She was ineffably graceful and pretty, and bewitchingly feminine in her lithe movement, with the wide sleeves falling from the snowy roundness of her uplifted arms, and her delicate hands busy among the dark foliage of the blossoming vines. Comircbooks: (E(0) =|