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ry Featherston’s Story. 125 the empty house, up the long, dark, narrow passage. It was the same sort of sensation which had struck her the first time she attempted to enter it under the escort of M. Gustave Sauvage, and it came on now with as little reason as it had come on then. For Lavinia this night had not a thought in her mind of fear or loneliness, or anything else unpleasant. Mrs. Hardy had been relating a laughable adven- ture that Charley Palliser met with on board the boat when going over, the account of which he had written to her, and Lavinia was thinking brightly of it all the way home. She was smiling to herself as she unlatched the door and opened it. And then, without warn: ing, arose the horrible fear. How she conquered it sufficiently to enter the passage and reach the slab, where her candle and matches were always placed, she did not know. It had to be done, for Lavinia Preen could not remain in the dark yard all night, or patrol the streets; but her face had turned moist, and her hands trembled. That was the beginning of it. Never since had she come home in the same way at night but the same terror assailed her; and I must beg the reader to understand that this is no invention. Devoid of reason and unaccountable though the terror was, Lavinia Preen experienced it. | She went out often—two or three times a week, perhaps—either to dine or to spend the evening. Captain Fennel and Nancy were still away, and friends, remembering Miss Preen’s solitary position, invited her. October had passed, November was passing, and as yet no news came to Lavinia of the return of the travellers. At first they did not write to her at all, leaving her to infer that as the boat reached London safely, they had done the same. After the lapse of a fort- night, she received a short letter from Nancy, telling her really nothing, and not giving any address. The next letter came towards the end of November, and was as follows: “My pEAR LaviniA,—I have not written to you, for, truly, there is nothing to write about, and almost every day I expect Edwin to tell me we are going home. Will you zzdly lend me a ten-pound note? Please send it in a letter. We are staying at Camberwell, and I enclose you the address in strict confidence. Do not repeat it to anyone—not even to Mary Cardiac. It is a relation of Edwin’s we are staying with, but he is not well off. I like his wife. Edwin desires his best regards. Your loving sister, “‘ NANCY.” Miss Preen did not send the ten-pound note. She wrote to tell _ Nancy that she could not do it, and was uncomfortably pressed for money herself in consequence of Nancy’s own action. The five-pound note borrowed from Lavinia by Nancy on her departure had not been repaid; neither had Nancy’s share of the COMIC OOO SS (CO)