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218 COMMODORE JUNE. CHAPTFR XXXII. THE PLAN OF ESCAPE. HumMPHREY ARMSTRONG sat gazing through the openiny of his prison at the dark forest vistas and dreamed of England and its verdant fields and gold-cupped meadows. The whole business connected with the Dells came back to him, and with it the figure of the handsome rustic fisher-girl standing as it were vividly before him, and with her his cousin, the cause of all the suffering. “How strange it is,” he thought again, “that I should be brought into contact with her brother like this! Poor fellow! 99 more sinned against than sinning; and as for her ‘Poor girl !” There was a slight sound as of someone breathing hard, and the buccaneer stood before him. He smiled gravely, and held out his hand; but Humphrey did not take it, and they remained gazing at each other for some few minutes in silence. “Have you thought better of my proposals, Captain Arm- strong?” said the buccaneer at last. ‘‘ Are we to be friends?” “Tt is impossible, sir,” replied Humphrey, quietly. “ After what has passed J grieve to have to reject your advances; but you must see that it can never be.” “‘T can wait,” said the buccaneer, patiently. ‘‘ The time will come.” Humphrey shook his head. “Ts there anything you want?” “Yes,” said Humphrey, sharply. “ Liberty.” Gomichbooksneo =