`Of course, Mr Hargrave; is he not my husband?'

`Oh, Huntingdon, you know not what you slight!' he passionately murmured.

I took up my baby and, wishing him good morning, departed, to indulge my thoughts unscrutinized, within the sanctum of my home.

And was I glad?--Yes, delighted;--though I was angered by Arthur's conduct, and though I felt that he had wronged me, and was determined he should feel it too.

  By PanEris using Melati.

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