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"She'll write soon, depend upon't Co to stay here and

brood so"

He admitted it, but said he could not help it "Whether she write or

no, I shall fetch her in a few days" And thus speaking, he covered the

track, and preceded his wife indoors

Melbury, perhaps, was an unlucky e in this foolish fondness about the ihter's footstep Nature does not carry on her govern years render the open hearts

of those who possess theainst the blast, theyat will by rain and

storm" no less than Little Celandines

But her own existence, and not Mr Melbury's, was the centre of Marty's

consciousness, and it was in relation to this that the matter struck

her as she sloithdrew

"That, then, is the secret of it all," she said "And Giles

Winterborne is not for me, and the less I think of hins were staring at her frolass as she had left them With a preoccupied

countenance, and with tears in her eyes, she got a pair of scissors,

and began

and tying them with their points all one way, as the barber had

directed Upon the pale scrubbed deal of the coffin-stool table they