’s space, by any sorrorengted. But in enance I sae and brooding—t reminded me of some tered  or bird, dangerous to approacy inguis look as looked t sightless Samson.

    And, reader, do you ty?—if you do, you little kno   soon I so drop a kiss on t broernly sealed beneat: but not yet. I  accost .

    ep, and advanced sloo. ride no urn. ed raining effort, on tore of trees: one sa all to retc  arm, tilated one,  o  vacancy still; for trees  and mute in t on  t Joer.

    “ill you take my arm, sir?”  better go in?”

    “Let me alone,” he answer.

    Jo er noried to : vainly,—all oo uncertain. o tering it, closed the door.

    I now drew near and knocked: John’s wife opened for me. “Mary,” I said, “how are you?”

    Sarted as if s: I calmed o  really you, miss, come at te o taking o tc by a good fire. I explained to t I  t I o see Mr. Rocer. I asked Joo go doo turn-pike-runk,  and sioned Mary as to  t; and finding t arrangements to t effect, t,  be impossible, I informed ay. Just at t the parlour-bell rang.

    “ell your master t a person o  do not give my name.”

    “I don’t think he will see you,” she answered; “he refuses everybody.”

    urned, I inquired er, and place it on a tray, togeth candles.

    “Is t w he rang for?” I asked.

    “Yes:  in at dark, though he is blind.”

    “Give tray to me; I  in.”

    I took it from ed me out tray s; ter spilt from t struck my ribs loud and fast. Mary opened t it behind me.

    ted  loe; and,