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254 The Mystery of Allan Grale. suspicion against Edgar Vivian. ‘“ Probably he will soon feel himself driven out of the neighbourhood.” “Tnto exile,” snarled Mr. Grale. ‘ Well, that will do. To my mind, there’s more satisfaction in that than there is in capital punish- ment. Let his conscience be his punishment.” A day or two later, and then the poor dead body, which the miserable mother was not allowed to see, was duly deposited in the Dering graveyard, in the very centre of the little plateau which was railed off as “the Grale ground.” And the Lady Laura Bond, who had asked leave to attend the funeral, ‘‘to support her dear friend, Mrs. Grale,” brought masses of flowers to heap upon the coffin. She also brought Viscount Rockford and Lord Pelerin. “Mary Anne Grale will be enormously rich now; there’s only herself left to inherit,” she had remarked to these two choice young men. CHAPTER XXXVIII. MORNA’S MARRIAGE. “JT KNEW it! I knew it! You know I knewit all the time! ” had been Maria Vivian’s first and only exclamation when she was told that the body of her old lover had been drawn from the dark waters of the Black Pool. She had accepted all the anguish, whatever it was, long ago, and the final discovery seemed to make it no more real to her than it had been before. She listened even to the conjectures and suggestions concerning its manner with a strange, benumbed absent- mindedness. It seemed asif she had her own convictions concerning that, too, and that they were of a kind not to be easily disturbed by aught which might appear to contradict them. But Maria was entirely unacquainted with the suspicions cast on her brother Edgar. Dering Court was certainly a very sad place in those days. With all George Vivian’s feverish anxiety for recovery—perhaps because of it—he did not make real progress. If one day he felt well enough to take a few gentle turns on the terrace, the next day found him obliged to own that he was too weak to lift a foot. Still George’s mind dwelt constantly on a journey to the far North. A day never passed without his descanting on the beauties of such a life as he might enjoy for months on the farm at Ragan. He must be able to start off there soon, so as to lay in a stock of strength and vitality during the remaining months of summer and autumn. And really, he said, if he derived the benefit of which he felt certain, he thought he would be wise to remain there through the winter. Many medical men held that a severe yet dry and bright climate was beneficial to such a case as his. Dering winters were inclined to be so damp and dull. The snows at Ragan would suit him far better. CORMIELIOO KS. (EC)