Kent Bevan

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"... thither to scc hcr. "Js aho not wed to lhe of Dunmore?” asked Mrs. Hamilton. "No.” I quietly. “Sure she rins not thrown over Dunmore for that foolish dragoon, Kent Bevan?" "I hope not sald I maliciously. "Are you Jenious? 1 sho taunted me I smiled and shook my head. “Bul you once wore In love wilh your cousin," she persisted. ..."