Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. So there is no escape. "I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. A world of haystacks, bean-stacks, and strawricks flanked the granges adjoining his habitation; the yard was crowded with poultry, pigeons were feeding at his feet, cattle were being driven towards the stall, horses led to the stable, a large mastiff was rattling his chain, and stalking majestically in front of his kennel, while a number of farming-men were passing and repassing about their various occupations. ‘They hold their nose up, so. " "Will there be any danger?" "To Mr. I doubt if you will receive anything for your trouble. Shotbolt," cried the turnkey, "I've good news for you. "It is not too late to repair the wrong I have done my nephew," cried Trenchard. .
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