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'O, nothing at all It is sure to go off again I never find a sign of it when I sit in the office' Again their unperceived coesture of vexation, and looked at her watch as if tiue still flowed on upon this new subject, and showed no sign of returning to its old channel

Gathering up her skirt decisively she renounced all further hope, and hurried along the ditch till she had dropped into a valley, and ca behind

This she softly opened, and ca it in the direction of the railway station

Presently she heard Owen Graye's footsteps in her rear, his quickened pace i that he had parted from his sister The woman thereupon increased her rapid walk to a run, and in a few minutes safely distanced her fellow-traveller

The railway at Carriford Road consisted only of a single line of rails; and the short local down-train by which Oas going to Bud whilst the first up-train passed Graye entered the waiting-roo open he listlessly observed the rey cloak, and closely hooded, who had asked for a ticket for London

He followed her with his eyes on to the platfor into the train: his recollection of her ceasing with the perception

4 EIGHT TO TEN O'CLOCK AM

Mrs Crickett, twice a , and now the parish clerk's wife, a fine-fra woman, with a peculiar corner to her eye by which, without turning her head, she could see what people were doing al nearer to the old e of Carriford, and she had on that account been teed by the steward, as a respectable kind of charwoement could be made with some person as permanent domestic

Every hted the fire in her own cottage, and prepared the breakfast for herself and husband, paced her way to the Old House to do the same for Mr

Manston Then she went hoone out on his rounds, she returned again to clear away, make his bed, and put the house in order for the day

On the h the operations of her first visit as usual--proceeded hoain, to perform those of the second