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Yes, the postmarks correspond; yet the letter from Genoa, dated 20th, refers back to the letter from Venice, written eight days later! the Well I can't comprehend how in the name of how in the name He placed the two letters on his desk, and read them over, and up and down, and pondered darkly over them. 'It is Mark Wylder's writing I'll swear to it. What on earth can he mean?

Stanley Lake had been in Mark Wylder's company only ten days ago, when that great match was played at Brighton! What a deep gentleman was that Stanley Lake, who sat at the other end of the table with the 'Times' before him. What a varnished rascal what a matchless liar!

That odd look I detected in the mirror what did it mean? and Wylder's confusion about Captain Lake what was that? I could not comprehend the situation that was forming. I went over Wylder's history in my mind, and Captain Lake's all I could recollect of it but could find no clue, and that horrible visitation or vision! what was it?

Oh, ho! ho! and Mr. Larkin lifted up his pink eyes and long hands, and shook his long head, with a melancholy smile and a sigh like a shudder. When at the later breakfast, up at Brandon, that irregular pencilled scroll reached Lord Chelford's hand, he said, as he glanced on the direction 'This is Mark Wylder's; what does he say?

So there was a pause; and then she said, without, however, removing her eyes from the miniature, 'You are, I believe, Mr. De Cresseron, a very old friend of Mr. Wylder's. Is it not so? So soon after my little escapade, I did not like the question; but it was answered.

Luke took care of Mr. Larkin's dogs, and groomed Mr. Wylder's horse, and 'cleaned up' his dog-cart, for Mark being close about money, and finding that the thing was to be done more cheaply that way, put up his horse and dog-cart in the post-office premises, and so evaded the livery charges of the 'Brandon Arms.

Mark Wylder's tax-cart to the Dollington station, where, notwithstanding your veil, and your caution, you were seen and recognised. The same occurred at Charteris. You accompanied Mr. Mark Wylder in his midnight flight to London, Miss Lake. Of your stay in London I say nothing.

You know this goes under ground all the way to Vallambrosa? 'Thank you; I was not aware: that's very convenient. Had you not better go down and speak to your friend in the water? 'Young man, I bless you for remembering, said Uncle Lorne, solemnly. 'What was Mark Wylder's religion, that I may speak to him comfortably? 'An Anabaptist, I conjecture, from his present situation, replied Lake.

He spoke in his usual clear low tones, and his queer ambiguous smile was there still; and, hat in hand, with his cane in his fingers, he made another glance and a nod over his shoulder, at the threshold, and then glided forth into the little garden, and so to the mill-road, down which, at a swift pace, he walked towards the village. Wylder's levanting in this way was singularly disconcerting.

Wylder's, at this particular time, struck the righteous attorney, and reasonably, as a very serious and unjustifiable step. There was, in fact, no way of accounting for it, that was altogether complimentary to his respected and nutritious client. Yes; there was something every way very serious in the affair. It actually threatened the engagement which was so near its accomplishment.