"
" 'Twas a he-creature tempted her," retorted Miss
Cornelia triumphantly.
Leslie, after her first anguish was over, found it
possible to go on with life after all, as most of us
do, no matter what our particular form of torment has
been. It is even possible that she enjoyed moments of
it, when she was one of the gay circle in the little
house of dreams. But if Anne ever hoped that she was
forgetting Owen Ford she would have been undeceived by
the furtive hunger in Leslie's eyes whenever his name
was mentioned. Pitiful to that hunger, Anne always
contrived to tell Captain Jim or Gilbert bits of news
from Owen's letters when Leslie was with them. The
girl's flush and pallor at such moments spoke all too
eloquently of the emotion that filled her being. But
she never spoke of him to Anne, or mentioned that night
on the sand-bar.
One day her old dog died and she grieved bitterly over
him.
"He's been my friend so long," she said sorrowfully to
Anne. "He was Dick's old dog, you know--Dick had him
for a year or so before we were married. He left him
with me when he sailed on the Four Sisters.
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