Behind the shrub she could see as well as listen.

Behind the shrub she waited as patiently as ever.) "I take a more merciful view," Julian answered.

"I believe she is acting under a delusion.

I don't blame her: I pity her." "You pity her ?" As Mercy repeated the words, she tore off Julian's hands the last few lengths of wool left, and threw the imperfectly wound skein back into the basket.

"Does that mean," she resumed, abruptly, "that you believe her ?" Julian rose from his seat, and looked at Mercy in astonishment.
"Good heavens, Miss Roseberry! what put such an idea as that into your head ?" "I am little better than a stranger to you," she rejoined, with an effort to assume a jesting tone.