"Loved you!" she cried. "But no, no, no!" and she turned and disappeared in the gloom.
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE DECISION OF THE ORACLE.
"I see from Tomes," observed Eleanor Scaife to the Chief Justice, as he handed her a cup of tea, "that all the elections are on the same day in New Lindsey."
"They are," he answered. "A good thing, don't you think?"
"But if a man wants to vote in two places?"
"Then it's kind to prevent him, because if he does it he's sent to prison."
"Oh! And when do the results appear?"