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It was in kneeling by her open window with her face to the sky, and in her heart a rapture of gladness that all the birds of June could not utter. She scarcely slept at all that night, yet when she rose some of the bloom of youth had come back to her, some of its summer splendour was shining in her eyes. Anne Carfax was more nearly a beautiful woman that day than she had ever been before.

"And do you know, dear Lady Carfax, you are looking simply lovely to-day?" Anne smiled a little. She had discarded her widow's veil for the first time, and she felt like a woman emerging from a long imprisonment. People would call it premature, she knew. Doubtless they were already discussing her not too charitably. But after all, why should she consider them?

"How now, Simon Carfax?" cried Uncle Ben triumphantly; "wilt thou find a man in Cornwall can do the like of that?" "Ay, and more," he answered; "however, it be pretty fair for a lad of these outlandish parts. Get your rollers, my lads, and lead it to the crushing engine."

So ended the first chapter of my inquiry. The second was devoted to the place which Lady Frances Carfax had sought when she left Lausanne. Concerning this there had been some secrecy, which confirmed the idea that she had gone with the intention of throwing someone off her track. Otherwise why should not her luggage have been openly labelled for Baden?

I suppose it is thus that in old times one vampire meant many. Just as their hideous bodies could only rest in sacred earth, so the holiest love was the recruiting sergeant for their ghastly ranks. We entered Carfax without trouble and found all things the same as on the first occasion.

A few students of high genius and high purposes had been introduced into the university, as we have seen, by Wolsey; and these had been assiduously exiled or imprisoned. All suspected books had been hunted out. There had been fagot processions in High-street, and bonfires of New Testaments at Carfax.

"Will you tell me what plans you have made for this picnic?" she asked at length. He began to smile. "My plans, Lady Carfax, are entirely subject to your approval. About forty miles from here there is a place called Bramhurst a place after your own heart a paradise. With judicious driving we could be there by one or soon after in time for luncheon." "Yes?" she said, as he stopped.

The man, still staring, white and frightened, sat down. Olva spoke slowly and very distinctly: "I'm glad you've come. I want to talk to you. I killed Carfax, you know." As he said the words he began slowly to come back to himself from the Other World to this one. How often, sleeping, waking, had he said those words! How often, aloud, in his room, with his door locked, had he almost shouted them!

"You don't want any tickets these men could sell you." "Why not?" demanded a man who had bought one. "Because they're counterfeit," was Joe's answer. "This man, Bill Carfax," and he nodded toward the one first handcuffed, "used to work with the Sampson show. He was discharged ask him to tell you why and soon after that we began to be cheated by the use of counterfeit tickets.

"Is Nap driving you?" he asked. "No," said Bertie. "Nap's skiing." "Then you, Bertie " "My dear fellow," said Bertie, "I'm fearfully sorry, but I can't. You understand, don't you, Lady Carfax? I would if I could, but " his excuses trailed off unsatisfactorily. He turned very red and furiously jabbed at the fire with his boot. "Please don't think of it," said Anne. "I am so used to being alone.