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..4440.•••.......1110.44. "Nance, Nance! where are you?
I 01*. come back to Ste, conte back to.
e,
. ei r t parched broke from his pars ted lips,
tfrom his anguish heart.
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A hundred times Mrs. Johneon re-
peated her story it all ainounted
to this:. Nance had gone—gone with-
out a word,
He had, himself driven back to town
to Fden Place; and as he approached
it a glimmer of hope brightened his.
. darkness: •
Yes, he should find her'.there. After
all, what more natural then that
,� elle, hearing nothing from him, ig-
tp norant of his • whereabouts, should
A leave the cottage and return to her.
own home?
But the glimmer died out as the
carriage stopped,: and he saw the
' house with blank, curtainless ivin-
. dows, and a board !.To let," stuck ,
•'up in the little front garden.
- Trernbling with weakness, he got .
:out of the brougham, and holding: on
to the railings, gazed at the house as
if it :would toll • lout where to lied
her. •.
As he stood. there : a. woman carne'
out of .the noxt house, and in accents
that
w that startled her with. their hollow -
nese, he asked if she knew where
4•
Mies Grey had gorie.
a.
Grey.?" she said, staring at '
4 him half fearfully, "Latvia:, no;
< • that I don't! She's been . gone—well,
1I Can't. exactly say how long; but, at
any rate, the 'rouse 'as been to let
.this last fortnight. I tell you who •
d . might know: that's Sarah 'as used to
< be .servant -gal to the. Greys. She
lives up the next court: . Here, I'll
1fetch''her for you, if you like."
1 • Bernard thanked her, and. leaned
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against the to .his hand u on his
‹, heart:
Q In a few minutes the woman re-
turned with Sarah, panting and open
chemist and Druggist] mouthed. At sight of Bernard her
aoyneds -ahsesugriaepdd thsahape of
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I it, ain't . Mr, Bernard!"
"Where is Miss' Grey?" he ' baked.
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'I' '�r r .) ST X Sarah shrunk back 'before his fevor-
LAR(.jIES fish eyes and hoarse voice, •
1r. ONTARIO.'Miss Nance!; She's gone, sir -gene
F-" T�''� more than a fortnight . .ago—last:
Wednesday fortnight it were, She
was -took away. by . a gentleman
"A gentleman!" Bernard clutched
the railing, "Mr, . Grey?"''
'''Goodness, ;no! • A regular• gentle
an el swell' like yourself,. sir," said
Soh.
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