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154 on, but there is that gnawing at his heart's core that will not be quieted."

Jane told the kind old man that she was now ready to go, and they left the hut together. He led her by a narrow foot-path around the base of the mountain, till they came to a part of the way that was known to Jane. She then parted from her conductor, after inquiring of him if he could inter the bodies secretly? He replied, that he could without much difficulty; and he certainly should, for he had given his promise to the young creature, who seemed to dread nothing so much as a discovery which might lead to her old parents knowing her real fate.

Anxious to reach home in time to avoid the necessity of any disclosures, Jane hastened forward, and arrived at her aunt's before the east gave the slightest notice of the approach of day. She entered the house carefully, and turned into the parlour to look for some refreshment in an adjoining pantry. A long walk, and a good deal of emotion, we believe, in real life, are very apt to make people, even the most refined, hungry and thirsty.

Jane had entered the parlour, and closed the door after her, before she perceived that she was not the only person in it; but she started with alarm, which certainly was not confined to herself, when she saw standing at Mrs. Wilson's desk, which was placed at one corner of the room, her son David, with his mother's pocket-book in his hand, from which he was in the act of subtracting a precious roll of bank bills that had been