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Before the Vicar retired to rest he took down from a shelf an old

Bible, fro the book, knelt down

to pray As he rose from his knees, the last words on his lips were,

"Caradoc, olds see than usual to Cardo Wynne He was up with the lark, and

striding fro

to a hurried breakfast, and out again on the breezy hillside before the

blue sun to curl up froes called "Abersethin"

Down there, under the cliffs, the little village slu to touch its ashed walls with gold, while up

above, on the high lands, the "Vicare du's" fields were already bathed

in the e and frohts continually flew across the valley to the rugged hill on the

other side, and to the old grey house on the cliff--the hoht for any sign of the girl whose

acquaintance he had made so unexpectedly, and he was almost tempted to

believe that she was no other than a creature of his own iht hour, and absorbed again into the

passing shadows of night But could he have seen through the walls of

that old grey house, even now at that early hour, he would have

understood what kept the preacher's niece so busily engaged that