nly sa ralia. You re to-nigo be to play Juliet. O! Fancy, Jim, to be in love and play Juliet! to ting to play for ! I am afraid I may frigen or ento be in love is to surpass ones self. Poor dreadful Mr. Isaacs o  to-nigion. I feel it. And it is all  I am poor beside  does t matter? y creeps in at t reing. ter, and it is summer noime for me, I t;

    quot;leman,quot; said the lad sullenly.

    quot;A prince!quot; s; more do you ?quot;

    quot;s to enslave you.quot;

    quot;I s t of being free.quot;

    quot;I  you to beware of ;

    quot;to see o rust ;

    quot;Sibyl, you are mad about ;

    Sook ;You dear old Jim, you talk as if you  is. Dont look so sulky. Surely you so t, terribly . But it  noo a ne do people go by.quot;

    took ts amidst a croculip-beds across te dust-- tremulous cloud of orris-root it seemed--ing air. tly coloured parasols danced and dipped like monstrous butterflies.

    Salk of s. . to eac a game pass counters. Sibyl felt oppressed. S communicate  smile curving t sullen mouter some time s. Suddenly s a glimpse of golden .

    Sarted to . quot;t; she cried.

    quot;; said Jim Vane.

    quot;Prince C; ser toria.

    ;So me.  . I must see ;  at t moment t out of the park.

    quot;; murmured Sibyl sadly. quot;I wis;

    quot;I wis;

    S ed  to gape. A lady standing close to ittered.

    quot;Come a; s glad at w he had said.

    atue, surned round. ty in  became laug ;You are foolisterly foolise