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| % THE ARGOSY. JANUARY 1, 1368. ° ANNE HEREFORD By THE AUTHOR OF “East LYNNE.” oe a QO Gans CHAPTER III. GOING OUT IN THE FOC. ELP had arrived from another quarter. A knot of labourers on the estate, going home from work, happened to choose the road through the wood, and Mr. Edwin Barley heard them. One of them, a young man they called Duff, was at the house almost as soon as I. He came into the hall, and saw me clinging to Jemima. Nothing could have stopped my threatened fit of hysterics so effectually as an interruption. Dufftold his tale. The young heir had been shot ' in the wood, he said. ‘Shot dead !” “The young heir!” cred Jemima, with a cry. She was at no loss to understand who was meant: it was what Philip King had been mostly styled since his brother’s death. Charlotte Delves came forward as Duff was speaking. Duff took off his felt hat, in deference to her, and explained. She turned as white as a sheet—white as George Heneage had looked—and sat down on a chair. Duff had not mentioned George Heneage’s name, only Mr. Edwin Barley’s: perhaps she thought it was the latter who had shot him. ‘It must have been an accident, Duff. They are so careless with their guns !” ‘‘No, ma’am, it was murder! Leastways, that’s what they are saying.” : ‘‘He cannot be dead.” “ He's as dead as a door-nail!” affirmed Duff, with decision. “I can’t be mistaken in a dead man. I’ve seen enough of ’em, father being the grave-digger. They are bringing him on, ma’am, now.” H comicaocks (GO)