The Autobiography of a Flea. Stanislas Rhodes de

of the church, and supposed this was only a part of her new duties. She therefore rested unresistingly in the arms of the newcomer.

      Meanwhile, his companion had passed his strong arm around Bella’s waist, and covered her delicate cheek with kisses.

      Ambrose looked stupid and confounded.

      The young lady thus found herself between two fires, to say nothing of the smouldering passion of her original possessor. In vain she looked from one to the other for some respite, some means of extrication from her predicament.

      For, be it known, that although she fully resigned herself to the position into which the cunning of Father Ambrose had consigned her, a bodily feeling of weakness and fear of the new assailants nearly overcame her.