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Manstonin no very enviable fraht of domestic life in Knapwater Old House, with the now eclipsed wife of the past, was reeable, was positively distasteful to him

Yet he knew that the influential position, which, from whatever fortunate cause, he held on Miss Aldclyffe's ain fall to his lot on any other, and he tacitly assented to this dileest itself to him; married as he was, he was near Cytherea

He occasionally looked at his watch as he drove along the lanes, tiht reach Carriford Road Station just soon enough to an to notice in the sky a slight yellow halo, near the horizon It rapidly increased; it changed colour, and grew redder; then the glare visibly brightened and diin was affected by the strong wind prevailing

Manston reined in his horse on the summit of a hill, and considered

'It is a rick-yard on fire,' he thought; 'no house could produce such a raging fla to particularize the local features in the neighbourhood of the fire; but this it was too dark to do, and the excessive winding of the roadsan old inhabitant of the district, or a countryht shortened its real remoteness to an apparent distance of not ain stopped his horse, this ti now a narrow valley, the sides of which obscured the sky to an angle of perhaps thirty or forty degrees above thehowever assumed in the interim, that the fire was soe

The self-salare had just arrested the eyes of anotherseveralthe saer Edward Springrove was returning from London to his father's house by the identical train which the steas expecting to bring his wife, the truth being that Edward's lateness ing to the simplest of all causes, his temporary want of money, which led hi at third-class fare