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CHAPTER XVI CRAZY JANE It was in the forenoon — a couple of days after the arrival of Mr. Redcliffe at Stanley Hall, and while the gentleman himself had gone into Liverpool to see the solicitor employed on behalf of Lettice Rodney — that Captain Stanley was riding out on horseback, followed by one of his father’s erooms. Diverging from the road, he took a smart gallop through the fields, and had arrived in the neighbourhood of a copse, which he was about to skirt, when Crazy Jane suddenly sprang up before him as if she were rising out of the earth. The captain drew in his steed, and spoke to her with compassionating kindness. “You are Sir William Stanley’s son,” she said, gazing intently upon him, “‘ and you are a good young man; you ) have all your father’s benevolence. No, no, do not put your _ hand into your pocket —I want not money, now. Your father gave me enough to keep me for —I know not how long. Ah, I had something to say the moment I caught sight of you; I determined to say it, and now it is all slipping out of my head.’’ At first her utterance was rapid, accentuated, and jerking, but these last words were spoken with a profound mournful- ness, and pressing her hand to her forehead, she evidently strove to steady her ideas. ‘ What is it, Jane? ” asked the young gentleman, in a kind tone. “ Think, reflect, take your time; I am in no hurry if you really wish to speak to me.” “I do, I do,” ejaculated the mad woman. “ It is some- thing I have got here,’ and she touched her forehead. “No, it is here,” she added, after a pause, and she laid her hand upon her heart. ‘ It issomething that oppresses me, — 205 | COnnicooolKs (SO)