I am ungrateful
to you, Edward, and to the good policeman, for saying he is not dead.
What more do I require? He is dead to me. Edward, let us leave this
place. We _were_ going: let us go to-day; this very day; oh, take me, and
hide me where no one that knows me can ever see me again." A flood of
tears came to her relief: and she went along sobbing and kissing her
brother's hand every now and then.
But, as they drew near the gate of Albion Villa, twilight began to usher
in the dawn. Julia shuddered at even that faint light, and fled like a
guilty thing, and hid herself sobbing in her own bedroom.
Mr. Richard Hardie slept better now than he had done for some time past,
and therefore woke more refreshed and in better spirits. He knew an
honest family was miserable a few doors off; but he did not care. He got
up and shaved with a mind at ease. One morning, when he had removed the
lather from one half his face, he happened to look out of window, and saw
on the wall opposite--a placard: a large placard to this effect:
"ONE HUNDRED GUINEAS REWARD!
Whereas, on the 11th instant Mr.
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