The Argosy — page 222: what you’re looking at

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205 FEATHERSTON’S STORY. AT THE MAISON ROUGE. T was a fine, frosty day, and the first of December. The sun shone on the fair streets of Sainteville, and on the small con- sregation turning out of the English Protestant church after morning vervice. | Lavinia Preen went straight home. There she found that Madame Cardiac, who was to spend the rest of the day with her— Monsieur having gone to Lille—had not yet arrived, though the Yrench church Evangélique was always over before the English. After glancing at Flore in the kitchen, busy over the fine ducks, \avinia set off for the Rue Pomme Cuite. | She met Mary Cardiac turning out of it. ‘Let us go and sit \nder the wall in the sun,” said Mary; ‘‘ it is too early yet for the boat.” This was a high wall belonging to the strong north gates of the pwn, near Madame Cardiac’s. ‘The sun shone full upon the benches jeneath it, which it sheltered from the bleak winds ; in front was a atch of green grass, on which the children ran about amidst the aight poplar trees. It was very pleasant, sitting there, even on his December day ; bright and cheerful; the wall behind them was juite warm, the sunshine rested upon oT. Sitting there, Lavinia Preen told Madame Cardiac of the curious wread of entering her house at night, which had pursued her for the ‘ast two months that she had been alone in it,and which she had never poken of to anyone before. She went on to speak of the belief that he had seen Captain Fennel the previous night in the passage, and the dream which had visited her when at length she fell asleep. | Madame Cardiac turned her kindly, sensible face, and her quiet, luk, surprised eyes upon Lavinia, ‘I cannot understand you,” she said. «0 You mean, I suppose, that you cannot understand the facts, | ary. Neither can J, Why this fear of going into the house should i ‘upon me is most strange. I never was nervous before.” \“TI don’t know that that is so very strange,” dissented Mary mrdiac, after a pause. ‘‘It must seem lonely to let oneself into a i empty house in the middle of the night; and your house is | what may be called an isolated situation; I should not much like 2 fancy that you saw Captain Fennel.” i ; | myself. That’s nothing. What I cannot understand, Lavinia, is COMIC OOO SS (CO) im ss a.