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The idea of the stud-farerminated in Archer's mind on the very day when the Emerson Sillerton invitation had first been mentioned; but he had kept it to hi clandestine in the plan, and discovery ht prevent its execution He had, however, taken the precaution to engage in advance a runabout with a pair of old livery-stable trotters that could still do their eighteenthe luncheon-table, he sprang into the light carriage and drove off

The day was perfect A breeze from the north drove little puffs of white cloud across an ultra under it Bellevue Avenue was e the stable-lad at the corner of Mill Street Archer turned down the Old Beach Road and drove across East of unexplained excitement hich, on half-holidays at school, he used to start off into the unknown Taking his pair at an easy gait, he counted on reaching the stud-farm, which was not far beyond Paradise Rocks, before three o'clock; so that, after looking over the horse (and trying hiolden hours to dispose of

As soon as he heard of the Sillerton's party he had said to himself that the Marchioness Manson would certainly coht again take the opportunity of spending the day with her grandmother At any rate, the Blenker habitation would probably be deserted, and he would be able, without indiscretion, to satisfy a vague curiosity concerning it He was not sure that he wanted to see the Countess Olenska again; but ever since he had looked at her from the path above the bay he had wanted, irrationally and indescribably, to see the place she was living in, and to follow the ure as he had watched the real one in the suht, an incessant undefinable craving, like the sudden whi since forgotten He could not see beyond the craving, or picture what it ht lead to, for he was not conscious of any wish to speak to Madame Olenska or to hear her voice He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way the sky and sea enclosed it, the rest of the world ht seem less empty