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alone, flew to her, and, in a terrible voice,
shrieked out, ‘* Telltale! telltale!”

Quicker than thought, Rovina’s hand was
up, and she dealt her a blow that sent her
reeling.

‘¢Call me that!’’ she screamed the mo-
ment she could speak; and the little hand
descended again and again, each time with
increased fury.

‘¢ Shame! shame! shame!’ cried a score
of voices, the whole school interfering. -

‘¢1’m not ashamed! I’m not ashamed! ”’
stormed back Rovina, absolutely phrensied
with rage. ‘‘Am I to be insulted? I? EF?”
She stamped her feet, she dealt blows right
and left, she bit, she scratched, she raved
there among the children like a wild creature.
Indeed, it was only after a fierce struggle she
was at length overpowered, and dragged to
another side of the room, where she was left,