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Medhurst, who published a pamphlet to prove the practicability of carrying letters and goods by air. In 1824, Mr. Vallance of Brighton took out a patent for projecting passengers through a tube large enough to contain a train of carriages; the tube being previously exhausted of its atmospheric air. The same idea was afterwards taken up, in 1835, by Mr. Pinkus, an ingenious American.

"Contrary to all service etiquette, old boy," he said, "I am going to approach you on the subject of leave in the mess. I want two or three days. Can it be done?" Vallance put down his paper, and looked at him. "Urgent private affairs?" he asked lightly. "Very urgent," returned Vane grimly. "I should think it might be managed," he said. "Fire in an application and I'll put it up to-morrow."

"Is anything the matter, my dear child?" asked Mrs Vallance. "You look frightened, and so pale." Mary murmured something about being tired, and crept into her place at the table. "I never like those expeditions to Maskells," continued Mrs Vallance; "you all run about so wildly and excite yourselves so much."

What do you say to that, O father of all fools?" Master Vallance, having nothing particular to say, said, for the moment, nothing. He was dimly appreciating, however, that this vociferous intruder upon his quiet had all the appearance of one who was well to do and all the manner of one accustomed to have his own way in the world.

For hours Vallance gazed almost without winking at the stars through the branches of the trees and listened to the sharp slapping of horses' hoofs on the sea of asphalt to the south. His mind was active, but his feelings were dormant. Every emotion seemed to have been eradicated. He felt no regrets, no fears, no pain or discomfort.

Dunbar, filling his glass from the starry crystal claret-jug, "what is it that you want to say to me, Stephen Vallance, or Major Vernon, or whatever ridiculous name you may call yourself what is it you've got to say?" "I'll tell you that in a very few words," answered the Major, quietly; "I want to talk to you about the man who was murdered at Winchester some months ago."

The vicarage was full of suppressed excitement, the maids whispered softly together, and came creeping in at intervals to look at the beautiful child, who still clasped the little clog in her hands. "Yonder's a queer little shoe, mum," said the cook, "quite a cur'osity." "I think it's a sort of toy," replied Mrs Vallance, for she had never been to the north of England and had never seen a clog.

"`These awful words fell upon my ears," said Jackie gloomily, quoting from a favourite ghost story: "`As brown as a berry, and her name's no more Mary Vallance than mine is!" "But I'm not as brown as a berry," said Mary. "You must have heard wrong. They couldn't have been talking about me at all."

"You don't want the squirrel!" repeated Mrs Vallance in great surprise. "N-no," stammered Mary, and she put her head suddenly down on the table and cried. Mrs Vallance was much perplexed and very sorry for Mary's distress, for she knew how she had looked forward to giving the squirrel to Jackie. It was not like her to change her mind about such an important matter for any slight cause.

But none of Jackie's earnest appeals to "try hard" produced any results, for all that part of her life was wiped as clean out of her memory as when one washes marks off a slate with a sponge. It was all gone, and when she looked back it was not Seraminta and Perrin and the donkey-cart she saw, but the kind faces of Mr and Mrs Vallance and her happy, pleasant home at the vicarage.

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