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96 REYNOLDS’ WORKS ness of her complexion; ‘“‘I have already given you to understand — ”’ At this instant the conversation was interrupted by the appearance of Christian and Christina, who were advancing along the gravel-walk, for our young hero had been passing the day at the villa. Sagoonah retired, but as she slowly walked back toward the villa, brilliant fires flashed forth from her eyes, and the Burker, as she passed close by the spot where he still layin ambush, was suddenly seized with amazement, — yes, and even with a wild, unknown terror as he beheld the lightnings of those burning orbs. Shortly afterward Queen Indora reéntered the villa in company with Christian and Christina, and then the Burker, stealing forth from the grounds, betook himself slowly toward the main road, wondering at the strange feelings which had come over him and which had paralyzed his arm at the very instant Indora seemed to be in his power. But notwithstanding the strength of the impression thus made upon the monster at the time, it gradually grew fainter now that the Eastern lady was no longer before his view. He began to curse himself for his folly; he thought of the heavy bribe which had been promised him, of the danger which he incurred by remaining in the metropolis, and of the facilities which had been held out for his emigration to Australia or some other part of the world. ‘“ And have I been fool enough,” he said to himself, “to lose sight of all them there adwantages just because a petticoat of a rayther better shape than usual was a flaunt- ing afore myeyes? I tell you what, Barney,” he continued, thus apostrophizing himself, “it’s my opinion as how you’re getting to be a cussed fool, and if so be I had my stout stick in my fist, I’d just lay it over your precious back.” Mr. Barnes walked on; the dusk was setting in, the lamps were lighted. There were two continuous lines of illumi- nation stretching toward Oxford Street, far as the eye could reach. All of a sudden the Burker was accosted by some one who asked him the way to a particular street which he named. Barney could scarcely repress a visible start when the voice first sounded in his ear, for the individual who thus accosted him was none other than old Jonathan Carnabie, the parish clerk and sexton of Woodbridge. ECORNICLIIOOKS (E(0)