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342 REYNOLDS’ WORKS “Tt is impossible to fix a moment,” he answered. ‘‘ We must trust to the chapter of accidents. Fortunately the door of the stable is not within view of the entrance to the tower, and therefore whosoever may be lounging about in front of the edifice would not have any cause to suspect what was being done in the stable. To-morrow morning, shortly after the breakfast hour, I will stroll forth. You can be nigh at hand. It were well perhaps that you should come without your bonnet; it will have the appearance as if you merely meant to imbibe a little fresh air, without even walking bevond the precincts of the wood. J will watch the oppor- tunity to beckon you into the stable. If fortune favour us, all may be done in a few instants; and if we be discovered, if our plan be defeated, we can only anticipate the total privation of liberty until the return of Collantes.”’ ‘“ Be it all as you say,” replied Juliana, “ and in order that there shall be no cause for suspicion, let us to-day remain as little together as possible.”’ ‘Prudence compels me to submit,” rejoined Forester, “but my own inclinations prompt the reverse.”’ Juliana flung upon her companion another tender look, and they separated, he rambling in one direction, and she reéntering the tower. For the rest of that day her heart was in an almost incessant flutter, with mingled apprehension and hope. How she longed to quit that gloomy, half- dilapidated tower! And what pleasure, too, to have the handsome and agreeable Forester as the companion of her flight! She felt assured that he would not be content with merely placing her in security; he would not abandon her when having rescued her from the power of the banditti. His looks and his words had alike told her that he antici- pated a recompense for the tremendous risk he was about to run on her behalf. Yes, and it was by no means likely he would sue in vain at the feet of one whose temperament was so sensuous and luxurious as that of Juliana. The hours passed, the evening came, and she retired to rest, but sleep did not soon visit her eyes. She lay revolving in her mind all the details of the plan laid down for their flight. She could not shut out from her conviction that it was fraught with danger, that 1t amounted almost to the actual madness of desperation, but in its very boldness existed the hope of success. At all events, it was worth while CONNIE NOOO KS (E(0)