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AT THE TIDAL TRAIN. 261Clare's tears streamed forth again. Shenestled closer to him, and whispered:" Is there no — no hope?"" None," he replied." Ifit had beenpossiblefor George to be mistaken,Ihave had the sightof my own eyes. Clare, they brought me myson's coat! Ay, like Jacob, they brought memy son's coat. My own last gift to him, Clare."His eyes yvere dry and bright, but their socketshad deepened since the day before, and his voicehad the febrile accent of intense grief and passionrestrained by apowerful will." What George must have suffered!" shesaid,still in a broken whisper, her tear-stained faceuponhis breast." Ah, yes,itis all dim to me still. Mr. LowtherandIhave been searching out the truth allnight,but we arestillin confusion. Tatlow iscomingpresently, and you must go ayvay, my dear,you must go home. You have your share to do,and need strength to do it. Youshall know allIlearn from hour to hour. Mrs. Stanhope, willyou— who is this ? Wrhat brings you here, boy?"" Sir," stammered Jim, yvho, though he had