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48 COMMODORE JUNK. The evening was glorious; but one thought filled Mary’s breast—Abel shut up behind the prison bars, still obdurate, and believing her false to him, and his faithful friend. The grey look on the face of the sea was reflected upon that of the watcher ; and as the sky grew dark, so grew Mary Dell’s eyes, only that there was a lurid light now and then glowing in their depths. ‘¢ He will not come,” she said. ‘He hates me now as I hate him, and i She stopped short, for her well-trained ear caught the sound of a pebble falling as if from a height upon the strand below, and gazing fixedly above the direction of the sound, she made out something dark moving high up on the cliff track. Mary’s heart began to beat wildly, and she drew a long breath ; but she would not let hope carry her away for a few moments till she could be certain, and then a faint ery of joy escaped her, but only to be succeeded by a chilling sensation, as something seemed to ask her why he had come. “Tm late,” cried a well-known voice directly after. ‘ Why, Mary, just in the old spot. It’s like old times. My darling!” He tried to clasp her in his arms, his manner displaying no trace of his injuries; but she thrust him sharply away, half surprised and yet not surprised, for she seemed now to read the man’s character to the full. “ Captain Armstrong!” she cried, hoarsely. ‘Why, my dear Mary, don’t be so prudish. You are not going to carry on that old folly?” “Captain Armstrong, don’t mistake me.” ‘Mistake you! No. You are the dearest, loveliest woman I ever saw. There, don’t be huffed because I was so long. I couldn’t get away. You know ‘ tried to seize her. “Captain Armstrong——” and he again Gomichooksreo