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Winnifred Dee. 215 “Know it! Why, of course I know it. It is the one I gave Mr. Probert yesterday ; here is my mark on it, ‘E.D.’ What brings you with it? It’s good, I suppose ?” “T—have—just—had—this—note—given—me—in—change ; and —by—that—Dee—svirl /” returned the other, with slow enunciation and emphatic stress. “Nonsense, Jane !” peaiiza, itis true.” ‘“ But—what should bring Dee with the note I gave Mr. Probert ?” cried Miss Down, too much bewildered to discern daylight. “What, indeed! You may well ask.” The two sisters gazed into one another’s eyes, obvious inferences beginning slowly to dawn upon Miss Eliza. ‘To do her justice, they gave her a startling shock. “Oh, Jane, what a dreadful thing!” There are times when one feels apt to question whether some demon of mischief be not abroad in the world for the special purpose of heaping ill-luck upon its poor defenceless mortals. As if this one ill-fated suspicion were not sufficient to fall upon Winnifred Dee’s devoted head, another was to supervene. The following Wednesday night, late, Miss Jemima Raddle was seated at her window, over the stationer’s, enjoying the moonlight ; for she was of a pensive turn, like poor Kathleen O’Moore. Her mind ran on the dreadful scandal which, for the past few days, had been shaking Rillbrook with horror. For you may be sure the Miss Downs had not failed to talk in whispers, and how could Miss Jemima, despite pensive sentiment, help dwelling upon the thing, when the house stared her in the face over the narrow roadway. ‘Of course fe is to be pitied, poor gentleman,” ran her thoughts. ‘“‘ Men, particularly professional men, are so unsuspicious. When a girl has a tolerably pretty face they never suspect she can be design- ing and wicked, and so they drop into her toils. Dear me! I did not think it was so late.” The church clock was striking eleven. Miss Jemima’s soliloquy was not quite finished. “Not but that some blame attaches to Probert. A doctor, and all, and holding a responsible position among us; and who ——_ There goes her light upstairs! She’s going to bed, the hussy! And I suppose I must go myself, if I am to get any beauty sleep, so I may as well draw the curtain and light my candle: it seems a shame, though, to shut out this lovely moonlight. I wonder—my goodness! Who’s that ?” The break off and the exclamation had been called forth by a sight outside. Walking rapidly down the street came a man in dark clothes, who halted at Miss Dee’s door. When about to ring, he appeared to think better of it, came out to the middle of the road, CONNICLOOOKS.EO