Go away, you bad dog," cried out the peddler suddenly,
to hide the emotion expressed by Miss Alstine. His ruse was a success,
the maid and Miss Williams failing to notice the agitation of Rose.
A little later dog and peddler left the house, he having disposed of a
few simple articles to the maid and Miss Williams.
"What a queer looking man," remarked the maid, as she stood at the window
watching the movements of the one-eyed peddler and his dog team.
"Queer indeed," murmured Rose.
That evening Rose Alstine received a caller whom she little expected--the
woman she had seen in the summer-house in the arms of August Bordine.
"Can I see you alone for a moment, Miss Alstine?"
"Certainly."
Then the heiress cast a significant look at her cousin, who with a toss
of her head rose at once and left the room, taking the precaution to
remain by the door and listen, however, after she had closed it.
"I am not mistaken in calling you Miss Alstine."
"No, madam."
"Doubtless you can guess why I am here?"
"I haven't the remotest idea."
Rose stared very impolitely, it must be confessed, at her visitor.
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