CHAPTER IV 



Slaney was reading Swinburne's " Ata- 

 lanta in Calydon." It was Sunday after- 

 noon, and she had dined in the middle of 

 the day. It would soon be time to get 

 ready for afternoon service. 



Before beginning to read she had looked 



for a moment at the name "Wilfrid Glasgow" 



at the beginning of the book. The same 



hand that had written the name had marked 



with heavy and frequent lines the passages 



most approved by the writer. It is a habit 



that may be intolerable to succeeding readers, 



but Slaney did not take oflfence. Her hazel 



eyes, that had surveyed Uncle Charles this 



morning with such impartial severity when 



he upset his cup of tea, dilated and lingered 



among the ringing lines; she raised them 

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