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I up, he looked intently in that direction, and saw a lady standing at the end of the seat nearest hiure appeared on the other side of her In two glances Graye read thusorder:-She was a tall woman

She was broad at the shoulders

She was full-bosoraph but nothing could be discerned of the colour of her eyes

With a preoccupied mind he withdrew into his nook, and heard the service continued--only conscious of the fact that in opposition to the suspicion which one odd circu this woman, all ostensible and ordinary proofs and probabilities tended to the opposite conclusion There sat the genuine original of the portrait--could he wish for more? Cytherea wished for more Eunice Manston's eyes were blue, and it was necessary that this woman's eyes should be blue also

Unskilled labour wastes in beating against the bars ten tiy exerted by the practised hand in the effective direction

Owen felt this to be the case in his own and Edward's atteht, he could not think of a crucial test in thehim, which should possess the indispensable attribute--a capability of being applied privately; that in the event of its proving the lady to be the rightful owner of the naht recede without obloquy from an untenable position

But to see Mrs Manston's eyes fro in the shape of a direct exanized hi that it was indispensable to keep the purport of his visit a secret froht it would be as well, too, to keep his presence in the village a secret from hi of the doors, Graye left the church and wandered away into the fields to ponder on another scherove, as he had intended, until this matter was set at rest Two hours intervened between theand afternoon services

This time had nearly expired before Owen had struck out any , or could decide to run the risk of calling at the Old House and asking to see Mrs Manston point-blank But he had drawn near the place, and was standing still in the public path, fro could be obtained, when the bells began chi for afternoon service Whilst Graye paused, two persons ca whom he presently saw to be Manston and his wife Manston earing his old garden-hat, and carried one of the azines under his arateway he branched off and went over the hill in a direction away fro, and read as the humour moved him The lady meanwhile turned in the other direction, and went into the church path