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But there was nothing iht,

Mrs Fyne see lady had

gone to Fyne shook his head No; his wife had been by no means so

certain as she had pretended to be She ht have taken a room somewhere in London, had

buried herself in town--in readiness or perhaps in horror of the

approaching day-He ceased and sat solemnly dejected, in a brown study "What day?" I

asked at last; but he did not hear me apparently He diffused such

portentous gloom into the atmosphere that I lost patience with hienuinely

surprised and puzzled "One would think the girl was a state prisoner

under your care"

And suddenly I became still more surprised at s which did appear queer when one thought

them out

"But why this secrecy? Why did they elope--if it is an elopeirl afraid of your wife? And your brother-in-law? What on earth

possesses him to make a clandestine match of it? Was he afraid of your

wife too?"

Fyne made an effort to rouse himself