one slab. (I  formed part of t of a -black old caturing tos very birty received in  of t I almost stuck fast in to-nigy carried to ts ricernal relations; it -in-lao names noesart—did you  is only a rat scrambling along ters of t ered, and barns are generally ed by rats.—to proceed. Mrs. Reed kept ten years:  say, never old; but at t time sransferred it to a place you kno seems eac strikes me ts in ory and yours—s it to be a governess: tes ion of tain Mr. Rocer.”

    “Mr. Rivers!” I interrupted.

    “I can guess your feelings,”  restrain to ter’s cer I kno t t o offer o t at tar s alive, tic.   conduct and proposals ter of pure conjecture; but ranspired  ; every researcer ry ige of information could be gating  t ster of serious urgency: advertisements  in all tter from one Mr. Briggs, a solicitor, communicating tails I  imparted. Is it not an odd tale?”

    “Just tell me tell it me—w of Mr. Rocer?  is he doing? Is he well?”

    “I am ignorant of all concerning Mr. Rocer: tter never mentions  to narrate t and illegal attempt I ed to. You sure of t which requires her appearance.”

    “Did no one go to ter?”

    “I suppose not.”

    “But te to him?”

    “Of course.”

    “And ers?”

    “Mr. Briggs intimates t to ion  from Mr. Rocer, but from a lady: it is signed ‘Alice Fairfax.’”

    I felt cold and dismayed: my  fears true: y left England and rusion to some former  on tinent. And e for  object for rong passions— t ansion. Oer—once almost my en ca