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Grace was not the only one atched and ht Felice Charmond was in no mood to retire to rest at a custo-room fire at the Manor House she sat as

motionless and in as deep a reverie as Grace in her little apartht ear of Melbury's intelligence while she stood on the

landing at his house, and been eased of much of her mental distress,

her sense of personal decorum returned upon her with a rush She

descended the stairs and left the door like a ghost, keeping close to

the walls of the building till she got round to the gate of the

quadrangle, through which she noiselessly passed almost before Grace

and her father had finished their discourse Suke Daht it

well to i the back

stairs as Felice descended the front, went out at the side door and

hoates Mrs Charmond ran with all her speed to

the Manor House, without stopping or turning her head, and splitting

her thin boots in her haste She entered her oelling, as she had

e-roomIn other circu such an unpremeditated

excursion alone; but her anxiety for another had cast out her fear for