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GRATIA’S TRIALS, 173 the face of an angel and the heart of a white dove! They have driven her out into the world among them; but Iam not one to abandon my adopted child so readily. There is some hideous mystery, which will eventually be made clear—some foul play, which cannot always remain undetected. Gratia is innocent, and I shall make it my life’s object to prove it to the world. Mr. Tessell !” The lawyer looked up, with vague eyes that seemed intro- verted, as it were, as if they were looking over the array of facts stored in the inner recesses of his brain. ‘‘T want you to lose’no time in this search. Circumstances have occurred which render haste a matter of the greatest im- portance. Ifthe police can help you, don't hesitate to summon their aid. If the detective bureau can be of any use, let no expenses be spared.” ‘Just so,” said Mr. Tessell; ‘‘just so. Your wishes shall be carried into immediate execution, Colonel Falconer.” CHAPTER XXXII, LEFT ALONE, Gratia Kempfield lay in the little bedroom in the White Hart Inn, when a sunbeam fell athwart her face. She at- tempted to raise her hand as if to ward it off, but the hand fell heavily again. ‘‘ Don’t-ee worry, dear—don’t-ee |” said Mrs, Powell, mildly. ‘‘Polly, draw that there dratted curtain. Have a drink now— there’s a darling !” , Gratia drank obediently before she ventured to ask : ‘‘What is the matter? Have I been sick ?” ‘That you have,” answered Mrs. Powell, carefully wiping the edge of the tumbler with a snow-white napkin. ‘*'Two- blessed weeks you have lain here, clean out of your head, and Eomichooks:..co m