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'Who is he?' whispered Edward to his father, as Manston approached

'Mr Manston, the steward' Manston caer e fla dancing shadows of each across the nave till they bent upwards against the aisle wall, and also illuminated their eyes, as each met those of the other Edward had learnt, by a letter from home, of the steward's passion for Cytherea, and his mysterious repression of it, afterwards explained by his ht Edward realized the man's newly acquired freedom, and felt an instinctive enmity towards him--he would hardly own to himself why The steward, too, knew Cytherea's attachment to Edward, and looked keenly and inscrutably at him

7 ONE TO TWO AM

Manston went ho the house, and dis the woman to her own ho worldliness, especially when allied with sensuousness, cannot repress on some extreme occasions the hu or Personality, who in frigid moments is dismissed with the title of Chance, or at most Law Manston was selfishly and inhumanly, but honestly and unutterably, thankful for the recent catastrophe Beside his bed, for that first ti a period of nearly twenty years, he fell down upon his knees in a passionate outburst of feeling

Many minutes passed before he arose He walked to the , and then seemed to remember for the first time that some action on his part was necessary in connection with the sad circu the house at once, he went to the scene of the fire, arriving there in tiement with a certain nu The ashes were still red-hot and fla could be done towards searching theain, in the company of the rector, who had considerately persuaded him to retire from the scene for a while, and promised that as soon as a man could live amid the embers of the Three Tranters Inn, they should be carefully searched for the remains of his unfortunate wife

Manston then went indoors, to wait for