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38 THE MAN IN POSSESSION. CHAPTER III. THE CHRISTMAS PUDDING. Kater felt somewhat puzzled as she thought of that young man in the kitchen. Surely he was too supe- rior, too refined, for such a life, and what was there about him that reminded her of some one she had met before. She could not recollect—but after all what did it matter, she thought. No doubt he would go in an hour or two, when Fletcher returned. She gave her father his beef-tea. He seemed drowsy, and settled himself to sleep again as soon as he had drunk off the contents of the cup. The girl lowered the lamp, and placing the bell close beside the invalid she went downstairs again. She felt sadly lonely and in need of companion- ship to-night. What a long time Biddy seemed to be! ‘If Fletcher had been here I could have gone down and had a chat with him,” she thought. The fire was nearly out. She did not attempt to rekindle it. The room looked chill and dreary, and the ticking of the clock sounded horriby loud in the stillness. Oh, would Biddy never come, or Fletcher |! She moved restlessly about. ‘‘I think I'll go COMicloe (Sri C(O)