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92 REYNOLDS’ WORKS not more quickly flashes the lightning through the air than did the recollection glance in unto Bertram’s mind that it was his uncle — a much older man than himself — who had thus struck him, and turning abruptly away, he rushed madly along the avenue. At the extremity thereof he encountered his brother, Lord Clandon. ‘Bertram! for Heaven’s sake what is the matter? ”’ exclaimed Hugh, with an air of amazement at his brother’s fearfully excited looks and frenzied pace. ‘Hugh,’ cried Bertram, stopping suddenly short, and addressing Lord Clandon in broken sentences, ‘‘ something terrible has happened — terrible, terrible. Our uncle be- lieves that Eliza is guilty — For God’s sake go to him! As- sure him that on the oath of one who never yet was con- victed of falsehood, she is innocent! Dearest, dearest brother, save poor Eliza, save her, for God’s sake! No matter what may happen to me! ”’ “But what has occurred, Bertram? Tell me; speak! You know that I will do anything I can to serve you —”’ “The tale is too long to tell,’’ hastily responded the younger brother, “‘ and every moment is precious, — pre- cious as life itself. Go quick — see the duke — swear to him that his wife is innocent. Go, Hugh, go, I beseech you.”’ ‘But where can I see you again? ”’ asked Lord Clandon, quickly. “It is evident that you are in a state of excite- ment — ”’ ‘“See me?” ejaculated Bertram, as if for a moment scarcely comprehending the question. ‘ Yes, yes, I must see you again — I must receive the assurance that the duke is satisfied. Where shall we meet? I dare not return — Come to me presently at the village tavern; I will await you there.”’ ‘“‘ Be it so,” rejoined Clandon, rapidly. “I will do my best,’’ and he hurried toward the mansion, while Bertram Vivian pursued his own frenzied, distracted course in the direction of the village about a mile distant. Gomicdooks (E(0)