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MOTHER AND DAUGHTER.
"I don't believe he's guilty, mother." The girl's fine eyes shone with feeling--with protest, indignation, anguish.

As she spoke, she thrust her head forward with the vigour of a passionate counsel.

Sheila Llyn was a champion who would fight to the last gasp for any cause she loved.
A few moments before, she had found her mother, horror-stricken, gazing at a newspaper paragraph sent from Dublin.
Sheila at once thought this to be the cause of her mother's agitation, and she reached out a hand for it.

Her mother hesitated, then handed the clipping to her.