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106 THE EVIL GENIUS. ‘‘Think of the dreadful exposure!” Mrs. Presty bowed again. The lawyer had his opportunity now. ‘‘ Well, Mrs. Linley,” he asked, ‘‘ what do you say ?” ‘‘No, never!” She made that positive reply; and disposed be forehand of everything that might have been urged, in the way of remonstrance and persuasion, by leaving the room. The two persons who remained, sitting opposite to each other, took op- posite views, ‘*Mr. Sarrazin, she won’t do it.” ‘‘ Mrs, Presty, she will.” CHAPTER XXVI. DECISION. PUNCTUAL to his fishing appointment with Kitty, Mr. Sarrazin was out in the early morning, waiting on the pier. Not a breath of wind was stirring; the lazy mist lay asleep on the further shore of the lake. Here and there, only the dim tops of the hills rose like shadows cast by the earth on the faint gray of the sky. Nearer at hand the waters of the lake showed a gloomy surface; no birds flew over the colorless calm; no assing insects tempted the fish to rise. From time to time a ast left leaf on the wooded shore dropped noiselessly and died. No vehicles passed as yet on the lonely road; no voices were audible from the village; slow and straight, wreaths of smoke stole their way out of the chimneys, and lost their vapor in the vapory sky. The one sound that disturbed the sullen repose of the morning was the tramp of the lawyer’s footsteps, as he paced up and down the pier. He thought of London ard its ceaseless traffic, its roaring high tide of life in action—and he said to himself, with the strong conviction of a town-bred man: ‘* How miserable this is!” A voice from the garden cheered him, just as he reached the end of the pier for the fiftieth time, and looked with fifty-fold intensity of dislike at the dreary lake. There stood Kitty behind the garden-gate, with a fishing-rod in each hand. A tin box was strapped on one side of her little body, and a basket on the other. Burdened with these impedi- ments, she required assistance. Susan had let her out of the house; and Samuel must now open the gate for her. She was pleased to observe that the raw morning had reddened her friend’s nose: and she presented her own nose to notice as ex- hibiting perfect sympathy in this respect. Feeling a misplaced confidence in Mr. Sarrazin’s knowledge and experience as an angler, she handed the fishing-rods to him. ‘* My fingers are cold.” she said; ‘‘ you bait the hooks.” He looked at his young friend in silent perplexity; she pointed to the tin box. ‘‘ Plenty of bait there, Samuel; we find maggots do best.” Mr. Sarrazin eyed the box with undisguised disgust; and Kitty made an un- expected discovery. ‘‘ You seem to know nothing about it,” she said. And Samuel answered, cordially, ‘‘ Nothing!” In five minutes more he found himself by the side of his young friend, EONNICLIOOKS .eO®