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"Hush! I think a door creaked somewhere!" said Barnabas, almost in a

tone of relief

In an instant Mr Smivvle had possessed himself of his shabby hat

and was astride of the -sill Yet there he paused to reach out

his hand, and now Barnabas ht, as glorious as any jewel

"Good-by, Beverley!" he whispered as their hands et--never!"

So saying, he nodded, sighed and, swinging hiht

But, standing there at the casement, Barnabas watched hiure and with head

carried high like one who is full of confident purpose

Being come to the end of the drive he turned, flourished his shabby

hat and so was gone