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180 AA Secret of the Sea. ‘I certainly didn’t know anything of the kind,” said the cfest-fallen Jack. ‘“‘ But at that age they are all so much alike.” ‘“‘ Ah, you gentlemen are very ignorant of many things.” Then she added, “I suppose it would never do to take the child to Stammars.” “ To Stammars!” exclaimed Jack in astonishment. ‘That is the place where I am living at present.” ‘‘Indeed! A guest of Sir Thomas Dudgeon, I presume?” “Hardly that. My name is John Pomeroy, and I am only Sir Thomas’s new secretary.” ‘And I am Miss Lloyd. Like you, my present home is at Stam- mars. +B Pomeroy did not answer. He was confounded. But through him there shot a strange, rapturous thrill such as he had never felt before. ‘I wish we were going to travel together for a thousand miles instead of three!” was the unspoken thought in his heart. ‘“ This is she whom I have secretly longed to see ever since I was quite a boy. Her name itself had always a strange fascination forme. And now I see her and know her. If there be any wit in my brain, any power of pleading in my tongue, any strength of purpose in my heart—then shall this sweet creature become my wife! ” ‘IT think,” said Miss Lloyd, ‘that for the present, at least, we could not do better than place this little darling under the care of Mrs. Nixon, the wife of the under gardener at Stammars. She is a mother herself, and will treat it kindly. We shall then have time to think about ws future. It is very singular that you and I should have met thus. When I passed you on the road I was certainly puzzled at first to make out what it was that you were carrying,” she added, with a smile. “ But when J saw what it really was, I thought that you were perhaps doing it for a wager. Such things have been done, I daresay. But to do what you did out of pure compassion, was very nice of you indeed.” CHAPTER IX. FOUND. On the eve of his departure for Pembridge, Gerald Warburton had promised Ambrose Murray that immediately after his return he would consult with him as to the steps which it would be advisable to take in furtherance of that quest on which the mind of the elder man was so firmly bent, but which to the younger one looked, at that time, so thoroughly hopeless. The momentary glimpse which they obtained of Jacoby while standing on the platform at Welwyn Station, happening just then, came like an apt and singular confirmation of the story told by Murray. It acted like a spur to Gerald’s flagging purpose, and — COMMicboo Ss (GO)