But she did not answer him a word; she ran across the room and thrust Lot Gordon's letter into the fire.

Eugene followed her and turned her about gently, and looked keenly in her white face.
"What was in that latter ?" said he.
Madelon shook her head dumbly.
"Madelon ?" "Wait.

You will know soon.

I can't tell you," she gasped out then.
"Was it from Lot Gordon ?" She nodded.
"What is he writing to you about?
You are my sister, and I have a right to know." "Wait," she gasped again.

"Oh, Eugene, wait.