Our
relations, no doubt, are peculiar; on her side there is no more
warmth than on mine"--Waymark tried so to believe--"and indeed
her clear sight has no doubt gauged me fairly well at my true
value."
"What is her name?"
"Ida Starr."
"What!" cried Julian startled. "That is a strange thing! You have
noticed the scar on Harriet's forehead?"
"Well?"
"Why, it was a wound given her at school by a girl of that very
name! I remember the name as well as possible. It was a blow with a
slate dealt in passion--some quarrel or other. They were both
children then, and Ida Starr left the school in consequence."
"Is it possible that it is the same person?" asked Waymark,
wondering and reflecting.
"If so, that puts a new difficulty in our way."
"Removes one, I should have thought"
"Harriet is not of a very forgiving nature," said Julian gravely.
"I shouldn't have supposed she was; but a long time has gone by
since then, and, after all, one is generally glad to see an old
school-fellow."
At this point the conversation was interrupted by a knock at the
door, followed by the announcement that a gentleman named O'Gree
wished to see Mr. Waymark. Waymark smiled at Julian.
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