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Excerpt from "Hugh Worthington"

"And Hugh? Where did you meet him? And what is he to you?"

"The only friend I've got in the wide world. May I see him, please?"

"First, tell me what is is to you and to this child?" 'Lina rejoined, her black eyes flashing with a gleam, before which the brown eyes for an instant quailed; then as if something of a like spirit were called to life in her bosom, Adah answered calmly:

"Your brother might not like me to tell. I must see him first-- see him alone."

"One thing more," and 'Lina held back her mother who was starting in quest of Hugh, "are you a wife?"

"Don't, 'Lina," Mrs. Worthington whispered, as she saw the look of agony pass over Adah's face. "Don't worry her so; deal kindly by the fallen."

"I am not fallen!" came passionately from the quivering lips. "I'm as true a woman as either of you-- look!" and she pointed to the gold band encircling the third finger.
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My fervor for my new Love's Shadow increases with each passing day, but as soon as I draw close to the computer, it's time to go to work. I have done a few pages of Hugh Worthington today, but now I'm hungry and thirsty, and will have tea before I go to work. I have had so much I wanted to say lately, but I have not gotten on to say it.

As soon as I have gotten my tea I will have my say...

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