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THE FATE OF FENELLA.
to turn into a baker's shop, half-way up the hill, a man's tall slender figure, in a blue serge suit and peaked cloth cap, suddenly darkened the narrow doorway.
"Frank!" she gasped, falling back a step.
"My God—Fenella!" he said; and for a moment they stood there—pale, speechless, petrified, gazing with horror and despair into each other's faces.
