‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe. "That's your hunting ground," said the doctor. If you attempt to play the traitor, you will do so at the hazard of your life. Glad you're home safe. " "Decidedly so," replied Edgeworth Bess; "and I'll take this opportunity, while Jack's back is turned,—for he's grown so strangely particular,—of easing him of his snuff-box. Even the horns were easing into the concept and the woodwinds in the second movement were particularly well-orchestrated. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger.