The Argosy — page 179: what you’re looking at

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The Master of Greylands. 163 his hat off while he spoke. Ethel answered him frankly, and held out her hand. Since the previous encounter, she had had time to digest the offence, to understand how it had arisen, and that he had not the least intention of insulting her; she had also been favourably impressed with what she had heard abroad of Anthony Castlemaine. ‘Let us forget it,” said Ethel, with her sweet smile. ‘I understand now how it happened ; I know you did not intend any offence. Are you going to make a long stay at the Dolphin P” ‘That must depend partly on Mr. Castlemaine,” replied Anthony. ‘“‘ He will not give me an interview, and for myself I can scarcely see a step before my face. JI must ask him once more to listen to me; I hope he will. I had some thought of going to him this afternoon.” “He is at home,” said Ethel innocently, who only very imperfectly understood the trouble looming between the young man before her and Mr. Castlemaine. “At home now? Then I will go to him at once,” said he, acting on the impulse of the moment; and he again offered his hand to Ethel. ‘‘Adieu. I hope you have quite forgiven me, Miss Castlemaine.” ‘‘I have quite forgiven you, indeed: but I am not Miss Castle- maine, you know,” she said, laughing, as she let her hand rest in his. ‘You will know my name better soon—Ethel Reene. Good-bye.” “ And during her after life Ethel was wont to look back on this little meeting, to feel thankful that it had taken place, and that it was a pleasant one. For she never again saw the ill-fated young man in this world. so Recrossing the road, and passing the inn cornet, Anthony got fhto the fields on his way to Greylands’ Rest. They were pleasanter than the road that sunshiny afternoon. He walked along in deep thought, deliberating on what he should say. Ah, if he could but have seen behind him! A double shadow fol- lowed him—as the poet Hood wrote of Miss Kilmansegg, going up- stairs toher doom. His own natural shadow and another. Nearer and nearer it had been gradually drawing as the days went on; and now on this day it lay ready to close on him—as it would close ere the clock had told many more hours: the dark, dreadful, ominous shadow of death. Of a dtath done in darkness and secret. In the last field, side by side with the avenue that led to Greylands’ Rest, while Anthony was wondering whether he should be permitted to see his uncle or not, his uncle suddenly stood in front of him, coming through the little gateway that led into the field. The Master of Greylands, erect, well dressed, handsome, would have passed him with a nod, but Anthony put himself in his way. ‘Uncle James, I beg your pardon; I would not wish to be rude; but will you allow me to speak a few little words to your” ‘‘T am in a hurry,” said Mr. Castlemaine. COMIC OOOKS. EO ai a)