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68 BLACK SHEEP.ever, yvith hope, yvhich daily greyv and throve inthe congenial soil of his sanguine nature; hewould have pierced Harriet's heart with a newsorrow, a fresh remorse, by telling her of anotherlife, young, innocent, and beautiful, involved inthe stonn about to burst,yvhose threatenings werealready sounding in the air. But it yvas not tolie — the name of Clare Carruthers was never tobe spokenby George toHarriet. Apparently shehad not heard his last words:her attention hadstrayed; she yvasvery wear}'." Imust go home," she said abruptly." Weare close to your mother's house.You hadbetter go to her now; she has returned fromher drive."" Let me see you home," said George ;"praydon't dismiss mein this yvay.""No, no," she said, hurriedly; "let me havemy oyvn yvay, please. You will come to me tomorroyv,andlet me knoyv your plans."She stood still,and put out her hand so decidedlyin the attitude of farewell, that he hadno choice but to take leave of her. They partedon the shaded road, close to the garden gate of

DURING THE LULL.69Mr. Carruthers's house. As Harriet walked awaywith her usual rapid step, George looked afterher very sadly." She is fearfully changed," he said; " Iney-ersaw anything like it. SinceIyvent to Amsterdamshe might have lived tyventy years and beenless altered. Can it be that my uncle is right,that Routh ill-treats her? Iyvonder if there"sany truth in what those felloyvs said last nightabout him and Mrs.Ireton P.? If there is, it'san infernal shame — an infernal shame." AndGeorge Dallas opened the little gate in the wall,and walked up the garden with a moody countenance,on yvhich, hoyvever, a smile showed itself ashe lifted his hat gaily tohis mother, who noddedto him from the window above.His spirits roseunaccountably. The positive information whichMrs. Bembridge had afforded Mr. Felton relativeto his son's expected arrival had immensely relievedGeorge's mind.He yvas satisfied with theprogress of his novel; day by day his mother'shealth wasimproving. Hisprospects werebright.The distressing recollection of Deane, and theunhappy consequences of the tragedy, yvere be-

68 BLACK SHEEP.ever, yvith hope, yvhich daily greyv and throve inthe congenial soil of his sanguine nature; hewould have pierced Harriet's heart with a newsorrow, a fresh remorse, by telling her of anotherlife, young, innocent, and beautiful, involved inthe stonn about to burst,yvhose threatenings werealready sounding in the air. But it yvas not tolie — the name of Clare Carruthers was never tobe spokenby George toHarriet. Apparently shehad not heard his last words:her attention hadstrayed; she yvasvery wear}'." Imust go home," she said abruptly." Weare close to your mother's house.You hadbetter go to her now; she has returned fromher drive."" Let me see you home," said George ;"praydon't dismiss mein this yvay.""No, no," she said, hurriedly; "let me havemy oyvn yvay, please. You will come to me tomorroyv,andlet me knoyv your plans."She stood still,and put out her hand so decidedlyin the attitude of farewell, that he hadno choice but to take leave of her. <strong>The</strong>y partedon the shaded road, close to the garden gate of

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