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~ ——— — THE MYSTERIES OF — re ee a ee traces tuere. Sometimes he had wondered,at Ins own coliness towards the sex, for in other matters he was warm and constitutionally enterprising. Jt is curious to observe how women show their intuitive perception of character by the confidence with which, in the hour of danger, they cling to the manly and courageous arm. The rescued girl reclined with touching confidence upon her protector’s breast, sobbing and panting like some frightened nestling beneath its mother’s wing. As our hero gazed upon her ia this half-insensible state, he felt that he had never gazed upon a lovelier face. Willing to Spare her blushes when she shoald return to perfect con- sciousness, a trembling hand he replaced the neckerchief owy bosom, and as his fingers felt the contact the living ivory, an electric shock darted thi “his whole framo; ; involuntarily he pressed h towards him, and felt that his heart beat almos ; as ; wildly, though with a different feeling, as «Where !— has happened? Brother, is it ‘| you?” faltered the stranger, alowly opening her long- fringed eye-lids, and Do we ieteatcn se Nai hance Sideline & pair of the loveliest | hesitatingly accepted, 26 201 —_— LONDON. — _- bine orbs that ever disturbed a s{udent’s rest, or gave inapirati on toa poet’s dream. “ Consider me as a brother,” whispered Fitzgeraid, in a soothing voice; “for you are as safe with me as with one, There is no danger now—the ruffian whe insulted you has fled.” “] remember now!” exclaimed the girl, blushing deeply, and disengaging herself from his supporting arms, which seemed reluctant to release her; “ that fearful man! Oh! sir, huw can [ thank you?” “ By alluding to it no more, and allowing me to conduct you towards your home.”’ The look which followed these few words more than repaid the speaker for the services to which she al- luded; it seemed to thank him not only for the pro- tection he had afforded in her need, but the delicacy which threw a veil over so embarrassing a subject.™ “ Where do you reside?” The fair stranger pointed to a house on the road-side over the common, now known by the name of the Maid's Causeway. ee ee — eee eee ee ee eee a He proffered his arm to conduct her, It was un- mr (5) 7 HHS OXOKON SE im FOURTH SERIES