Chapter 14 THE TRYST.

Twas full of love-to rhyme with dove,

And all that tender sort of thing,

Of sweet and meet-and heart and dart,

But not a word about a ring!

Hood.

Time flew much lighter with our heroine as she counted the days to the next rendezvous with Du Meresq; anticipation is ever sweeter than reality. The cottage was no longer dull, nor existen