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Tet eee Anne Hereford. 163 “You stupid little sensitive thing!” exclaimed Selina, with a touch of her old lightness ; “perhaps in a week’s time I shall be well, and running about out of doors with you. Go you down to Charlotte Delves’s par- lour, and get your breakfast, and then come to me again. I want you to go on an errand for me; but don’t say so. Mund that, Anne.” “No, no; I'll not say it, Selina.” ‘* Tell them to give you some honey.” They brought the honey and set out other good things for me in Miss Delves’s parlour, but I could not eat: Charlotte Delves was very kind. Both the doctors came in. I watched them into the house; I watched them down stairs again. The physician from Nettleby went straight out: Mr. Lowe came to the parlour. ' “My dear,” he said to me, “you are to go up to Mrs. Edwin Barley.” ‘Is she much worse, sir?” I lingered to ask. “T can hardly say how she is,” was his answer. ‘‘ We must hope for the best.” He stayed in the room himself, and shut the door while he talked to Miss Delves. The hall-clock struck ten as I passed under it, making me start. The hall was clear to-day, and the window and door stood a - little open. Jemima told me that Philip King was in a sitting-room at the back, one that was rarely used. I ran quickly up to Selina’s cham- ber. Mr. Edwin Barley was in it, to my dismay. He turned to leave it when I went in, and put his hand kindly enough upon my hair. “You look pale, little one; you should run out of doors for a while.” His wife watched him from the room with her strangely-altered eyes, and then beckoned to me. ‘Shut the door, and bolt it, Anne.” And very glad I felt to do it. It was impossible to overcome my fear of Mr. Edwin Barley. “Do you think you could find your way to Hallam P” ‘IT dare say I could, aunt.” “Selina, call me Selina,” she impatiently interposed. ‘Call it me to the last.” To the last! ‘You remember the way you came from Nettleby, Anne? In going out at the gates by the lodge, Nettleby lies on your left hand, Hallam on your nght. You understand ?” «Oh, quite.” ‘You have only to turn to the right, and keep straight along the high- road ; in a short time you come to Hallam village. The way is not at all lonely ; cottages and houses are scattered all along it.” ‘*¥ am sure I could go quite easily, Selina.” ‘Then put your things on, and take this note,” she said, giving me a little piece of paper twisted up. “In going down Hallam Street, you comicaooks GO)