It was rarely that, especially on returning from absence, I had sought any other company than hers.

But there was no tinge of jealousy or doubt in her look.

On the contrary, as, with her entire comprehension of every expression of my face, and her quickness to read the looks of others, she saw in both countenances that we were on better terms than ever before, her own brightened at the thought.

As I placed myself beside her, she stole her hand unobserved into mine, and pressed it as she whispered-- "You have found her out at last.

She is half a child as yet; but she has a heart--and perhaps the only one among them." "The four," as I called them, looked up as we approached with eager malice:--bitterly disappointed, when they saw that Eunane had won something more than pardon.