Of late it had stirred in her at words or acts of Jack Belllounds.

She gazed steadily at him, and he returned her look with interest.

What he was thinking she had no idea of, but for herself it was a recurrence and an emphasis of the fact that she seemed growing farther away from this young man she had to marry.

The weeks since his arrival had been the most worrisome she could remember.
"I _am_ going," she replied, slowly.
"No!" he replied, violently.

"I won't have you running off down there to--to gossip with that Andrews woman." "Oh, _you_ won't ?" inquired Columbine, very quietly.