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I said, disappointed, "just letters." The postman looked at me a trifle queerly I thought it was my pink wrapper, and he said, "Don't worry about 'just letters'; Dolly Leonard is dead!" "Dead?" I gasped. "Dead?" and I remember how I reeled back against the open door and stared out with horror-stricken eyes across the common to Dolly Leonard's house, where every window was blazing with calamity.
Leonard's Hill, the King's Park, or the hollow between the mountain of Arthur's Seat and the rising grounds on which the southern part of Edinburgh is now built, lay beneath him, and displayed a singular and animating prospect. It was occupied by the army of the Highlanders, now in the act of preparing for their march.
Leonard's as soon as we possibly can. When did you tell the coachman to come for us?" "At half past ten," was the brother's reply. "Oh! Edward, Edward!" she exclaimed, "And I dare say he will not be punctual. He may keep us here till eleven." "Courage, mes enfants," said their mother, "et parlez plus doucement." The girl then ushered them into the back parlor, saying, "Here's the company."
And he has befriended you too, you say. Ah, he knew your family." "So he says. Do you think, sir, that he ever knew ever saw my mother?" "Eh! your mother? Nora?" exclaimed the doctor, quickly; and, as if struck by some sudden thought, his brows met, and he remained silent and musing a few moments; then, observing Leonard's eyes fixed on him earnestly, he replied to the question,
My son has brought down a set of fellows here, who are trained to ferret out heretics. Not a runaway weasel cold escape them! We will set them on as soon as ever they have taken a bit of supper up there at the Chateau; and do you come up with us just to show them the way across to Leonard's. That's no unlikely place for her to lurk in, as you said this morning, good fellow.
"That was a business letter." Carl was quietly amused at Leonard's skillful questions, but was determined not to give him any light on the subject. Leonard tried another avenue of attack. "Oh, dear!" he sighed, "I wish I was rich." "I shouldn't mind being rich myself," said Carl, with a smile. "I suppose old Jennings must have a lot of money." "Mr.
Tom May spared neither time nor pains in beating up for signatures for the petition, but he had a more defined hope, namely, that of detecting something that might throw the suspicion into the right quarter. The least contradiction of the evidence might raise a doubt that would save Leonard's life, and bring the true criminal in peril of the fate he so richly deserved.
They were drawing near to London. "Mostly," answered Marjorie, fingering the buttons on Leonard's sleeve. "Last time I saw him it was in the garden on the same bench in the sun. He came over the fence, and he told me that his regiment had been ordered to Berlin the next day." "You knew more German then?" asked Leonard. "Yes, I suppose so; but I didn't need to understand.
Who was this boy? it perplexed Leonard. He feared to guess. Soon, less told than implied, you saw that this companionship, however it chanced, brings fear and pain on the writer. Here Leonard's interest grew intense. Were there touches by which conjecture grew certainty; and he recognized, through the lapse of years, the boy-lover in his own generous benefactor?
'The first best purpose of my boyhood, he said. 'If only it may be given back to me! Will you be kind enough to look over this rough copy? It was the draught of a letter to the Missionary Bishop, Mr. Seaford's diocesan, briefly setting forth Leonard's early history, his conviction, and his pardon, referring to Archdeacon May as a witness to the truth of his narrative.
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