"I forgot until that very minute that Elsie Gurney told me in her last
letter that this McNeil would leave England for New York on the coming
steamer, and for the moment my heart stopped beating from sheer fright."
"But, dearest, he cannot harm you now. Do you think he is coming here?"
"Indeed, I cannot tell, but I fear that is his intention; and if he should,
oh, Guy, I believe I should hide! I own to being rather afraid of him,
though, luckily for me, he never found it out."
"But if he knows you are mine, surely, Dexie, he is enough of a gentleman
to leave you alone in the future."
"Well, I may be needlessly alarmed, but I feel a presentiment of evil, and
should an ill wind blow him this way, you must be extra good to me while he
is here--come oftener--and I will feel safe, at least, while you are with
me."
About two weeks later, when all thought of Hugh McNeil had been dispelled,
Dexie's presentiment of evil took shape. He arrived in Lennoxville on the
afternoon train, and a few inquiries soon brought him to Mr. Sherwood's
residence.
Mrs. Sherwood and Gussie were out making calls that afternoon, and Dexie
was busy in the kitchen making some new dainty, and was much interested in
watching the result of her work, when Mrs.
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