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to be chusing what Miss Crawford least wished to keep. Miss Crawford smiled her perfect approbation; and hastened to complete the gift by putting the necklace round her, and making her see how well it looked. Fanny had not a word to say against its becomingness, and, excepting what remained of her scruples, was exceedingly pleased with an acquisition so very apropos. She would rather, perhaps, have been obliged to some other person. But this was an unworthy feeling. Miss Crawford had anticipated her wants with a kindness which proved her a real friend. "When I wear this necklace I shall always think of you," said she, "
and feel how very kind you were." ¡¡¡¡ "You must think of somebody else too, when you wear that necklace," replied Miss Crawford. "You must think of Henry, for it was his choice in the first place. He

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directly from leeward, rising above the crash of the surf and traveling directly in the teeth of the storm. As we passed the point, the whole cove burst upon our view, a half-moon of white sandy beach upon which broke a huge surf and which was covered with myriads of seals. It was from them that the great bellowing went up
¡¡¡¡'A rookery!' I cried. 'Now are we indeed saved. There must be men and cruisers to protect them from the seal-hunters. Possibly there is a station ashore.' ¡¡¡¡But as I studied the surf that beat upon the beach, I said: 'Still bad, but not so bad. And now, if the gods be truly kind, we shall drift by that next headland and come upon a perfectly sheltered beach where we may land without wetting our feet.' ¡¡¡¡And the gods were kind. The first and second headlands were directly in line with the southwest wind; but once around the second,- and we

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stern descended the slope of a passing wave, thus giving the advantage to the shark. The fin disappeared. The belly flashed white in a swift upward rush. Almost equally swift, but not quite, was Wolf Larsen. He threw his strength into one tremendous jerk. The Cockney's body left the water, so did part of the shark's. He drew up his legs, and the man-eater seemed no more than barely to touch one foot, sinking back into the water with a splash. But at the moment of contact Thomas Mugridge cried out. Then he came in like a fresh-caught fish on a line, clearing the rail generously and striking the deck in a heap, on hands and knees, and rolling over. The right foot was missing, amputated neatly at the ankle! ¡¡¡¡I looked instantly at Maud Brewster. Her face was white, her eyes dilated with horror. She was gazing, not at Thomas Mugridge, but at Wolf Larsen. And he was aware of it, for he said, with one of his short laughs:

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It was Henderson's boat, and with him had been lost Holyoak and Williams, another of the deep-water crowd. Lost they indubitably were; but the boat remained, and Wolf Larsen made one more reckless effort to recover it. I had come down to the deck, and I saw Horner and Kerfoot vainly protest against the attempt. ¡¡¡¡'By God, I'll not be robbed of my boat by any storm that ever blew out of hell!' he shouted, and though we four stood with our heads together that we might hear, his voice seemed faint and far, as though removed from us an immense distance. ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Van Weyden,' he cried, and I heard through the tumult as one might hear a whisper, 'stand by that jib with Johnson and Oofty! The rest of you tail aft to the main-sheet! Lively now, or I'll sail you all into kingdom come! Understand?' ¡¡¡¡And when he put the wheel hard over and the Ghost's bow swung off, there was nothing for the hunters to do but obey and make the best of a risky chance. How great the risk I realized when I was once more buried beneath the pounding seas and clinging for life to the pin-rail at the foot of the foremast. My fingers were to

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As I have said, in the masculine sense his was a beautiful face. Smooth-shaven, every line was distinct, and it was cut as clear and sharp as a cameo; while sea and sun had tanned the naturally fair skin to a dark bronze which bespoke struggle and battle, and added to both his savagery and his beauty. The lips were full, yet possessed of the firmness, almost harshness, which is characteristic of thin lips. The set of his mouth, his chin, his jaw, was likewise firm or harsh, with all the fierceness and indomitableness of the male; the nose also. It was the nose of a being born to conquer and command. It just hinted of the eagle beak. It might have been Grecian, it might have been Roman, only it was a shade too massive for the one, a shade too delicate for the other. And while the whole face was the incarnation of fierceness and strength, the primal melancholy from which he suffered seemed to greaten the lines of mouth and eye and brow, seemed to give a largeness and completeness which otherwise the face would have lacked.

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The voice of my companion brought me back to myself with a laugh. I, too, had been groping and floundering, the while I thought I rode clear-eyed through the mystery. ¡¡¡¡'Hello! Somebody comin' our way,' he was saying. 'And d'ye hear that? He's comin' fast. Walkin' right along. Guess he don't hear us yet. Wind's in wrong direction.' ¡¡¡¡The fresh breeze was blowing right down upon us, and I could hear the whistle plainly, off to one side and a little ahead. ¡¡¡¡'Ferryboat?' I asked. ¡¡¡¡He nodded, then added: 'Or he wouldn't be keepin' up such a clip.' He gave a short chuckle. 'They're gettin' anxious up there.' ¡¡¡¡I glanced up. The captain had thrust his head and shoulders out of the pilot-house and was staring intently into the fog, as though by sheer force of will he could penetrate it. His face was anxious, as was the face of my companion, who had stumped over to the rail and was gazing with a like intentness in the direction of the invisible danger.

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¡¡¡¡`Well - is that all? Yet I deserve no more! Of course,' he added, with a slight laugh, `there is something of the ridiculous to your eyes in seeing me like this. But - I must put up with that... . I heard you had gone away, nobody, knew where. Tess, you wonder why I have followed you?' ¡¡¡¡`I do, rather; and I would that you had not, with all my heart!' ¡¡¡¡`Yes - you may well say it,' he returned grimly, as they moved onward together, she with unwilling tread. `But don't mistake me; I beg this because you may have been led to do so in noticing - if you did notice it - how your sudden appearance unnerved me down there. It was but a momentary faltering; and considering what you had been to me, it was natural enough. But will helped me through it - though perhaps you think me a humbug for saying it - and immediately afterwards I felt that, of

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she delivered her whole being up to him that it pleased her to think he was regarding her as his absolute possession, to dispose of as he should choose. It was consoling, under the hovering terror of to-morrow's separation, to feel that he really recognized her now as his wife Tess, and did not cast her off, even if in that recognition he went so far as to arrogate to himself the right of harming her. ¡¡¡¡Ah! now she knew what he was dreaming of - that Sunday morning when he had borne her along through the water with the other dairymaids, who had loved him nearly as much as she, if that were possible, which Tess could hardly admit. Clare did not cross the bridge with her, but proceeding several paces on the same side towards the adjoining mill, at length stood still on the brink of the river. ¡¡¡¡Its waters, in creeping down these miles of meadow-land, frequently divided, serpentining in purposeless curves, looping themselves around littl

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Clare hardily kept his arm round her waist in sight of these watermen, with the air of a man who was accustomed to public dalliance, though actually as shy as she who, with lips parted and eyes askance on the labourers, wore the look of a wary animal the while. ¡¡¡¡`You are not ashamed of owning me as yours before them!' she said gladly. ¡¡¡¡`O no!' ¡¡¡¡`But if it should reach the ears of your friends at Emminster that you are walking about like this with me, a milkmaid--' ¡¡¡¡`The most bewitching milkmaid ever seen.' ¡¡¡¡`They might feel it a hurt to their dignity.' ¡¡¡¡`My dear girl - a d'Urberville hurt the dignity of a Clare! It is a grand card to play - that of your belonging to such a family, and I am reserving it for a grand effect when we are married, and have the proofs of your descent from Parson Tringham. Apart from that, my future is to be totally foreign to my family - it will not affect even the surface of their lives. We shall leave this part of England - perhaps England itself - and what does it matter how people regard us here. You will like going, will you not?'

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igar, bent towards her, and said-- ¡¡¡¡`You are not going to turn away like that, dear? Come!' ¡¡¡¡`If you wish,' she answered indifferently. `See how you've mastered me!' ¡¡¡¡She thereupon turned round and lifted her face to his, and remained like a marble term while he imprinted a kiss upon her cheek-half perfunctorily, half as if zest had not yet quite died out. Her eyes vaguely rested upon the remotest trees in the lane while the kiss was given, as though she were nearly unconscious of what he did. ¡¡¡¡`Now the other side, for old acquaintance' sake.' ¡¡¡¡She turned her head in the same passive way, as one might turn at the request of a sketcher or hairdresser, and he kissed the other side, his lips touching cheeks that were damp and smoothly chill as the skin of the mushrooms in the fields around.

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"Yes. I was at Contessa Martinelli's. There were about eighteen or twenty of us."
　　"And you thought that somebody tried to kill you.How was that?"
　　"Well, a big box of chocolates and sweets andthings came for me. There was a card with it written in Italian in a flowery hand. Thesort of thing they say, you know, 'To the bellissimaSignorina.' Something like that. And my friends and I –well – we laughed about it a bit, andwondered who'd send it."
　　"Did it come by post?"
　　"No. No, it couldn'thave come by post. It was just there in my room. Someone must have put it there."
　　"I see. Bribed one of the servants, I suppose. Iam to take it that you didn't let the Contessa whoever-it-wasin on this?"
　　A faint smile appeared on Elvira's face. "No. No. We certainly didn't. Anyway we opened the box and they were lovely chocolates. Different kinds,you know, but there were some violet creams. That's the sortof chocolate that has a crystallised violet on top. My favourite. So of course I ate oneor two of those first. And then afterwards, in the night, I felt terribly ill. I didn't think it was the chocolates, I just thought it was something perhaps that I'd eaten at dinner."

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Luke managed to hook one of his legs over the electronic weather vane, whichcontinued to support his weight. But air from the exhaust pipe rushed at him,making it difficult for him to keep from slipping off the vane. "Ben…" he moaned in agony. "…Ben." Darth Vader strode onto the empty landing platform and watched the speck thatwas the Millennium Falcon disappears in the far distance. He turned to his two aides. "Bring my ship in!" he commanded. And then heleft, black robes flowing behind him, to prepare for his journey. Somewhere near the supporting stalk of Cloud City, Luke spoke again.Concentrating his mind on one whom he thought cared for him and might somehowcome to his aid, he called, "Leia, hear me." Pitifully he cried out once again."Leia." Just then, a large piece of the weather vane broke off and went hurtling off intothe clouds far below. Luke tightened his grip on what remained of the vane, andstrained to hold on in the blast of air rushing at him from the pipe above.