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LIZZIE WHITE. 129 Clara rose and extended her hand to Litizki. “You are a faithful friend,’’ she said, ‘‘and I am very glad you told me this. Ishall be the more satisfied with my talk with Miss White now, for I shall be able to ask questions that otherwise might not have occurred to me.’’ Litizki mumbled some words of acknowledgment of her kindness, and Mr. Pembroke asked anxiously whether she felt strong enough to proceed with her programme. ‘Oh, yes,’’ she answered bravely; ‘‘you won’t need to wait longer. I will take the carriage afterward and Mr. Litizki, I suppose, won’t be far away if I need escort.”’ *‘T shall not be far from you at any time,”’ said the tailor. ‘*T shall be glad when you are through with it,’’ sighed Mr. Pembroke. ‘‘I will accompany you as far as the house as I at first intended.’’ ‘Litizki hung back as they started and remained within the entrance to the park until he saw them mount the steps, and until Mr. Pembroke had gone down again, leay- ing Clara in the house. The servant who answered the ring had readily admitted that Miss White lived there, and had invited the callers to enter. She ushered Clara into a small reception-room, and, without asking her name, went to find Lizzie. Clara sat down to wait, feeling more perturbation than she had ex- perienced at any time since her trouble began. She had not long fo pass in painful speculations, for Lizzie White promptly responded to the summons. “I supposed it was you,’’ she said with a hard, resent- ful tone as she entered the room. Lizzie would have been a comely girl if her rather sharp features had been softened by a pleasant expression. On the contrary, disappointment and bitterness dwelt in her eyes and drew down the corners of her mouth. She was dressed as a domestic servant, wearing a white cap and apron. She held an open letter in her hand, and sat down in the nearest chair without making the slightest advance to the kindly greeting that was upon Clara’s lips..as,, she: