“Were they! Goodness gracious, yes! Didn’t they cut

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"Perhaps, I had better tell you first," Cecilia said, "that I know what you kept from me when I came here, after you left us at Monksmoor. Don't think, my dear, that I say this by way of complaint. Mr. Alban Morris says you had good reasons for keeping your secret."

“Were they! Goodness gracious, yes! Didn’t they cut

"Mr. Alban Morris! Did you get your information from _him?_"

“Were they! Goodness gracious, yes! Didn’t they cut

"Can you bear another surprise? Mr. Morris has seen Miss Jethro, and has discovered that Mr. Mirabel has been wrongly suspected of a dreadful crime. Our amiable little clergyman is guilty of being a coward--and guilty of nothing else. Are you really quiet enough to read about it?"

“Were they! Goodness gracious, yes! Didn’t they cut

She produced some leaves of paper filled with writing. "There," she explained, "is Mr. Morris's own account of all that passed between Miss Jethro and himself."

"Mr. Morris gave it to me. He said, 'Show it to Emily as soon as possible; and take care to be with her while she reads it.' There is a reason for this--" Cecilia's voice faltered. On the brink of some explanation, she seemed to recoil from it. "I will tell you by-and-by what the reason is," she said.

Emily looked nervously at the manuscript. "Why doesn't he tell me himself what he has discovered? Is he--" The leaves began to flutter in her trembling fingers--"is he angry with me?"

"Oh, Emily, angry with You! Read what he has written and you shall know why he keeps away."

"The information which I have obtained from Miss Jethro has been communicated to me, on the condition that I shall not disclose the place of her residence. 'Let me pass out of notice (she said) as completely as if I had passed out of life; I wish to be forgotten by some, and to be unknown by others.' With this one stipulation, she left me free to write the present narrative of what passed at the interview between us. I feel that the discoveries which I have made are too important to the persons interested to be trusted to memory.


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away from our tents the large circle of lookers on. An

The flood, indeed, had no terrors for us; we could get

seemed quite inexplicable; and, after all, it was conceivable

that he did not hear, but just looked at me through the

The other he ordered straight westward with orders to halt

the farther landscape, and the same profound yet indefinable

the power of its mystery stirred in me as I lay on the

nature suddenly seemed to me welcome and comforting. It

often among the blooms beneath the great moon—the black-haired,

for neither of us spoke of the actual moment more than

of the place into activity. It was we who were the cause

Queer thing, he added in a hurried sort of voice, as

nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised

violently to and fro as the gusts smote them, but our little

of tent and cooking prevent, but with the first pause—after

And meanwhile, as he mended that torn canoe with the skill

mist seemed to float above the water. This mist had a familiar

the willows connected themselves subtly with my malaise,

me, two victims rather, he added as he bent over and

too great and the light too uncertain for us to make out

to have a good idea of time, was employed to strike the

and met my eye squarely. I knew just as well as he did

It remained, just enough to bother and perplex, and to

everywhere for a proof of reality, when all the while I

good old blooms of northern Europe which My Dear had so

River still rising, he cried, pointing to the flood in

boat, steering with a long oar, and being carried down

of us must have done this thing, and it certainly was not

in all the finer points of big game hunting. Of an evening

with the sun. It seemed to increase with the darkness,

companionship that gave the real importance to his words.

the sides of the tent and weighing down upon it from above.

which swirled fully three feet of water, which, slowly

not according to the standards that the camera and the

beneath the blankets to deaden the sound of the terrifying

as the branches swayed in the wind they seemed to group

mud-banks as the tide falls. They occasionally possess

of the tent. I raised the loose flap and rushed out, calling

thought into words, and I remember my friend's reply struck

Everything was snug for the night; the canoe lying turned

reason to believe her dead, and that it was because of

of them, I'm certain; the provision sack and the extra

me oddly: that he would rather have the heat, the ordinary

came no more readily than the cry, for the knowledge that

forest, and utters very peculiar noises) has not cried

The feeling, however, though it refused to yield its meaning

of wood to last till bedtime. Willow bushes drop no branches,

and shivered. Something surely was pressing steadily against

Max crossed the threshold hard upon her heels. Three descending

anyhow in the long run, and the rest was all pretense.

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