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The White Witch. 179 perplexed feelings found, was to throw the stud, he had used to fasten Circe’s shawl, out of the window in a fresh access of rage. But he had not seen the last of it. Next morning, chancing to go into an unused room on that side of the house, Godfrey heard a voice below. Looking out, he saw Dick standing at the refectory window. ‘Under the red rose-tree in that flower-bed,” Dick was saying. ‘*T saw him throw it out of the window here last night, and I climbed over the wall this morning to look, and I found this.” Godfrey could not see what this was, but easily guessed it was his stud. Miss Dixon, from inside the refectory, spoke next. “Very well, Dick, I’ll give it back to Mr. Godfrey. And, Dick, you must not talk of him in that disrespectful way. He never does you any harm % ‘Yes, he does,” interrupted Dick. ‘Smiuler goes lame if we meet him. He does, he does do us harm, Smiler and me, and you too, with his stoop like this” (bending his shoulders) ‘‘and his silent face. He killed his brother Charlie.” Miss Dixon gave a faint cry of surprise. “He thinks it, you know: thinks he killed Charlie, and it makes him mope. He says I’m mad when I say it, but I’m not.” "No, Dick, Mr. Godfrey did not kill his brother. Charlie was drowned at sea a long time ago. You shouldn’t say things like that ; it is not right.” But Dick only laughed as if he thought her very silly. “You must go away now, Dick; for I must go tobreakfast. Now do try not to think unkindly of anyone.” So Dick slouched off, got over the wall, and disappeared. Godfrey’s anger against Dick was increased by this conversation. No man likes to hear his appearance ridiculed to a beautiful girl, even though she may be an adventuress and the mocker an idiot. He disliked the thought of having his movements watched, as was evidently the case; he did not care that Miss Dixon should know of his having flung away the stud. Of course she would understand why he had done it. Dick’s mad fancy that he had had a hand in his brother’s death was an old and no longer very serious grievance ; but with this espionage he would not put up, and he determined to speak that very day about having Dick sent away from the farm. But something, which appeared to him more important than the lad’s presence or absence put this for the time out of his head. Godfrey was not a very good actor; and though he managed to greet Miss Dixon at breakfast with far more cordiality than he felt, he sauntered off to the stables afterwards. On his return through the plantation he saw Ernest Underwood and the siren, Miss Mary, walking about the garden together. The young man was in high Spirits as usual, and both seemed to be enjoying themselves very much; though not indeed with low words and tender glances. Eomichbooks co m