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Fitzpiers's s and suspense led hihborhood of Little Hintock; and here he

hovered for hours around the scene of the purest emotional experiences

that he had ever known in his life He walked about the woods that

surrounded Melbury's house, keeping out of sight like a cri, and on his way hoe As usual she had lighted her candle without closing

her shutters; he saw her within as he had seen her h he had not wished to show hih the half-open door

"What are you doing that for, Marty?"

"Because I want to clean them They are not mine" He could see,

indeed, that they were not hers, for one was a spade, large and heavy,

and another was a bill-hook which she could only have used with both

hands The spade, though not a new one, had been so coht as silver

Fitzpiers somehow divined that they were Giles Winterborne's, and he

put the question to her

She replied in the affiret his apple-

to be sold, they say"

"Then I will buy it for you," said Fitzpiers "That will be lance fell upon the girl's

rare-colored hair, which had grown again "Oh, Marty, those locks of

yours--and that letter! But it was a kindness to send it,