’Come here,’ she whispered, ’let me wash your hand. It is black. Here, at the sink.’ She chuckled as she soaped his hand and wrist. ’And here the master have washed his, and thought I did not consider it.’ Then she quivered through her whole body and her eyes blinked. She put up her shaking finger, and whispered ’Ebal!’ END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE LONDON