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'Had I better tell Miss Aldclyffe that I know all this?' she inquired at last

'What's the use?' he said 'Your possessing the knowledge does no harm; you are at any rate coht only irritate her No, hold your tongue, Cytherea' 'I fancy I should have been tempted to tell her too,' Cytherea went on, 'had I not found out that there exists a very odd, almost imperceptible, and yet real connection of some kind between her and Mr Manston, which is more than that of a mutual interest in the estate' 'She is in love with him!' exclaimed Owen; 'fancy that!' 'Ah--that's what everybody says who has been keen enough to notice anything I said so at first And yet now I cannot persuade myself that she is in love with him at all' 'Why can't you?' 'She doesn't act as if she were She isn't--you will know I don't say it from any vanity, Owen--she isn't the least jealous of me' 'Perhaps she is in some way in his power' 'No--she is not He was openly advertised for, and chosen from forty or fifty who answered the advertise whose it was And since he has been here, she has certainly done nothing to comproht an enemy here at all?' 'Then she must have fallen in love with him You knoell as I do, Cyth, that o between the two poles of e male acquaintance 'Tis either love or aversion' They walked for a few minutes in silence, when Cytherea's eyes accidentally fell upon her brother's feet

'Owen,' she said, 'do you know that there is so?' 'What is it like?' he asked

'I can't quite say, except that you don't walk so regularly as you used to' The wo their footsteps, e in their conversation, and looked at her watch again Yet she see to them

'Yes,' Owen returned with assumed carelessness, 'I do know it I think the cause of it is that mysterious pain which comes just above my ankle sometimes You remember the first time I had it? That day ent by stea back to you, and co about' 'But is it anything serious, dear Owen?' Cytherea exclaimed, with some alarm