raven on tones. I noticed to ted not to enter by tness ter t observed; ly looking at my face from  my forely o the porch.

    e entered t and emple; t ed in e surplice at tar, till: ture : trangers ood by t of ters, toime-stained marble tomb,  Marston Moor in time of th, his wife.

    Our place aken at tious step berangers—a gentleman, evidently—ion of tent of matrimony ep furtly to on.

    “I require and c t,  ogetrimony, ye do no; for be ye  so many as are coupled toget joined togetrimony lawful.”

    om is. er t sentence ever broken by reply? Not, per lifted  for a moment, co tinct and near voice said—

    “t go on: I declare tence of an impediment.”

    t tood mute; ter moved slig: taking a firmer footing, and not turning his head or eyes, he said, “Proceed.”

    Profound silence fell   loonation. Presently Mr. ood said—

    “I cannot proceed  some investigation into s truth or falsehood.”

    “te broken off,” subjoined tion to prove my allegation: an insuperable impediment to ts.”

    Mr. Rocer  : ood stubborn and rigid, making no movement but to possess  a  and strong grasp  at t! ill c h!

    Mr. ood seemed at a loss. “ is ture of t?”  may be got over—explained away?”

    “ insuperable, and I speak advisedly.”

    tinued, uttering eacinctly, calmly, steadily, but not loudly—

    “It simply consists in tence of a previous marriage. Mr. Rocer has a wife now living.”

    My nerves vibrated to ted to t tle violence as it  frost