pause, surned back to ask and carried on. But not before I iced sometrange about t ed A in tylized angel ornamenting the handle.

    I  before. A. Angel. Angelfield. Emmeline , and so did Aurelius.

    Keeping flat to tangling in my  of t cs of broken twig and dead leaves from my sleeves and shoulders.

    ‘Inside?“ I suggested, and o concur.

    Mr. Drake  been able to trace er for me. On ther hand, I had found Emmeline.