Then my father died and left me pretty well off, and I hadn't the heart to train another animal.

So here I am.

Ah!" With one of her lithe movements she rose to her feet, and, flinging out her arms in a wide gesture, began to walk about the room, stopping here and there to turn on the light and draw the flaring chintz curtains.

I rose, too, so as to aid her.

Suddenly as we met, by the window, she laid both her hands on my shoulders and looked into my face earnestly and imploringly, and her lips quivered.