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RAMON A                       33
      Angus  Phail's face quivered.  Feelings long dead within
    him stirred in their graves. He gazed at the sad and altered
    face, once so beautiful, so dear. "I should hardly have known
    you, Senora!" burst from him involuntarily.
      She smiled piteously, with no resentment. "That  is not
    strange.  1 hardly know myself," she whispered. "Life has
    dealt very hardly with me.  I should not have known you
    either—Angus." She pronounced his name hesitatingly, half
    appealingly. At the sound of the familiar syllables, so long
    unheard, the man's heart broke down. He buried his face
    in his hands, and sobbed out: "O Ramona, forgive me!  I
    brought the child here, not wholly in love; partly in ven-
    geance. But  I am melted now. Are you sure you wish to keep
    her?  I will take her away if you are not."
      "Never, so long as  I live, Angus," replied Senora Ortegna.
    "Already  1  feel that she  is a mercy from the Lord.  If my
    husband sees no offence in her presence, she will be a joy
    in my life. Has she been christened?"
      Angus cast his eyes down. A sudden fear smote him. "Be-
    fore  I had thought of bringing her to you," he stammered,
    "at first  I had only the thought of giving her to the Church.
     I had had her christened by"—the words refused to leave
           —
    his  lips  "the name— Can you not  guess,  Senora, what
    name she bears?"
      The Senora knew. "My own?" she said.
      Angus bowed  his head. "The only woman's name that
    my lips ever spoke with love," he said, reassured, "was the
    name my daughter should bear."
      "It  is well," replied the Sefiora. Then a great silence fell
    between them. Each studied the other's face, tenderly, be-
    wilderedly. Then by  a  simultaneous  impulse  they drew
    nearer. Angus stretched out both  his arms with a gesture
    of infinite love and despair, bent down and kissed the hands
    which lovingly held his sleeping child.
      "God bless you, Ramona! Farewell! You will never see
    me more," he cried, and was gone.
       In a moment more he reappeared on the threshold of the
     door, but only to say in a low tone, "There is no need to be
     alarmed  if the child does not wake for some hours yet. She
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