CHAPTER XIII.
"I'M FIXED ON POLLY PEACHUM" Lavinia saw she had nearly conquered and cried:--"Let me untie the knot.
I was sure you would not say no." Gay was like wax in her hands.

He permitted her to snatch the parcel and attack the knot.

Between her deft fingers and pearly teeth she had the string off and the parcel open in a trice.

She held the manuscript under Gay's nose.

He could not help seeing the title, writ large as it was.
"Love's Blindness: A Tragedy in Five Acts.