LONDON, W.C.

CONTENTS

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CHAPTER XXXI.[1]
CHAPTER XXXII.[11]
CHAPTER XXXIII.[29]
CHAPTER XXXIV.[45]
CHAPTER XXXV.[66]
CHAPTER XXXVI.[84]
CHAPTER XXXVII.[107]
CHAPTER XXXVIII.[124]
CHAPTER XXXIX.[140]
CHAPTER XL.[152]
CHAPTER XLI.[160]
CHAPTER XLII.[171]
CHAPTER XLIII.[185]
CHAPTER XLIV.[192]

A YELLOW ASTER.

CHAPTER XXXI.

Gwen lost no time in conducting her projected series of experiments, she carried them on conscientiously, and with an assumption of spontaneity that gave her husband a high opinion of her powers of self-government. As for the results on Gwen herself, she found them nil, she failed in experiencing one thrill, or the ghost of a tremor.

She had an opportunity about this time of judging of the effects on the situation of a sudden danger to her husband. They had driven into the station to meet a parcel of books from London. They were early, and employed their time in watching the goings-on of an imp in human form wrestling with its nurse at one end of the platform.

“What an inestimable blessing it would be,” said Humphrey reflectively, “if the Lord would be pleased to remove that creature. Look at it, biting and screaming like a horse!”

“Mr. Drew says the child is half idiotic.”

“If it’s not, the nurse soon will be—Phew—take the reins!”