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"I've another item for you," added the communicative Mrs. Swan. "They've bought that cottage down near the Widow Hardyng's, for the young couple to commence housekeeping for themselves." "Why, what's that for?" was the next question; "don't they agree?" "Oh, yes, perfectly; but the young people want a little home of their own, 'a play house, the elder Mrs. Garnet calls it.

But what news do you mean!" "Why, ain't you heard?" "Not a livin' word of anything. What on earth can have happened so wonderful?" "Well, that does beat all. Just to think! And you ain't seen a certain magnificent gentleman, as grand as a prince, that sailed up to Widder Hardyng's and asked for Miss Clemence Graystone? Every girl in town is in love with him already." "Do tell!

Hardyng and her young friend." "But don't you see," reiterated Mrs. Wynn, "it was at the instigation of Mr. Westbourne, Mrs. Hardyng's former husband, and probably she wanted to gratify her own malice. I can understand her motive, for no doubt she cordially hated this woman, whom she felt she had wronged." "But Miss Graystone?" queried Mrs. Swan.

You'd better believe they asked him a few questions, but he waved them all off, polite-like, but in a way that convinced every one that he knew his own particular business better than anybody else knew it for him; and dashed off in the direction of Widder Hardyng's. Mrs. Swan's little girl happened to be down there on an errand for her mother, and she heard all that transpired.

Happily, however, for her nerves, her stay was short with these inhospitable entertainers. "Where are you going when you leave here, Miss Graystone," asked Mrs. Brier, on the last morning of her stay. "To Mrs. Hardyng's," said Clemence, with a sigh of relief. "Possible!" was the exclamation, "seems to me your one of the favored ones. No other teacher ever went there before.

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