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164 GRATIA’S TRIALS. CHAPTER XXIX. LONEL FALCONER CALLS, ‘‘T will not see him! + I cannot see him!” Gratia Falconer reiterated to herself as she sat at the window, after dinner, mending a zig-zag rent in one of the velveteen knees of Master Francis knickerbockers. ‘‘He spoke kindly to me at first, it is true, because he was taken by surprise ; but when he comes to remember all the weight of guilt and crime which people have dared to lay upon my shoulders, he will despise me and shrink from he.” | As these thoughts careered through her mind the clock struck four. Gratia rose hurriedly, with a changing color, and put away her unfinished work. ‘* Roswell,” she called to the boy who was listlessly exam- ining a book of old-fashioned prints, ‘‘‘don’t you want to go for a walk with me among those hazel copses down by the wood ?” | Roswell jumped up with alacrity, and they started out. While they were in the green depths of the hazel copse, Colonel Hugo Falconer was walking leisurely along the country lane which led from Melworth Hall to Cheyne Regis, turning over in his mind all the possibilities which could by any chance have brought Gratia Kempfield to these English shores. — For, strange as it may appear, Colonel Falconer had not yet learned more of the particulars of his uncle’s death than the mere fact that he had been mysteriously murdered, and this had come to him through the chance mention of a business corre- spondent. ‘ The package of home letters containing all the details had been delayed until after the sailing of the mail steamer, and reached London the day after he had left it for Constantinople, - EComicbooks. €o