"Oh, I mean for myself!" Fleda said impatiently. CHAPTER I!

"So that of course she misses them." "Derived from him?"

"For you, of course—to entreat me to give you up. She thinks me awfully designing—that I've taken some sort of possession of you." "Forever?" Owen gasped. "I said to her that her question revealed a total misconception of the nature of my present relations with my son. I said to her that I had no relations with him at all, and that nothing had passed between us for months. I said to her that my hands were spotlessly clean of any attempt to make him make up to you. I said to her that I had taken from Poynton what I had a right to take, but had done nothing else in the world. I was determined that if I had bit my tongue off to oblige you I would at least have the righteousness that my sacrifice gave me."