Alternately touched by mistrust and pain, at last an infinite pity, not unmingled with a desperate resolution, took possession of him.
"I must make a confession to you, Miss Rivers," he began with the bashful haste of a very boy, "that is"-- he stammered with a half hysteric laugh,--"that is--a confession as if you were really a sister or a priest, you know--a sort of confidence to you--to your dress.

I HAVE seen you, or THOUGHT I saw you before.

It was that which brought me here, that which made me follow Mrs.Barker--my only clue to you--to the door of that convent.

That night, in the hollow, I saw a profile at the lighted window, which I thought was yours." "I never was near the window," said the young girl quickly.

"It must have been Mrs.Barker." "I know that now," returned Key.