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HOW THE RING GOT THERE

veil of forgetfulness. It was dreadfully puzzling! She felt so sorry for him ; and pity is very closely akin to love-as she was to discover later, when she lost him.
When she said good-bye she had no premonition of the sorrow awaiting her; nor, in the thrill of those eyes as they looked into hers, did she see any trace of the horror which was coming to separate them from each other.
As for her lover, he stood there watching her as she tripped along the meadow path by the river. In an ecstasy of love his hand closed on the ring he had slipped from his finger only a few moments before, intending to give it to her then something had held him back! It did not seem fair to ask her to share this dreadful anonymity of his. Let him find out who he was-then, perhaps ! If his memory would only return he could ask her ! But with saddened heart he realised it could not be just yet. After she left him, he turned to the door, intending to climb to the window above where he could see her go further out of sight ; but a surprise awaited him. In the doorway, framed by the ancient posts of oak, stood a man he did not know. At least, he could not remember the face, though there was something familiar in the commanding eyes. He felt sure he had seen them somewhere before ! As though he realised he was causing doubt in the other's mind, the stranger suddenly looked away. For the rest of the extraordinary conversation which followed, he kept them hidden under the very heavy lids which drooped over them. Then, fingering his beard lightly, he spoke.
" May I ask what you were doing out there, talking to the Princess Yolanda," he asked.
" I beg your pardon," was the other's reply. "I do

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