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Rh someone he had once known or seen, but without result.

“Jacqueline, come up to Hengist Hill with me,” said Gysbert one hot, oppressive day  about the twentieth of August. “Thou dost look white and tired, and needest a little  change of air, and besides I want to talk to  thee.”

“Ah, Gysbert, the day is too hot, and I am very tired! Let us rest here in the house instead,” replied the girl wearily.

“Nay, the air is fresh and cool on the hill, and I have yet another reason for the expedition. Come with me and thou wilt not regret it.” Yielding to his wish, Jacqueline accompanied him through the blazing, sun-baked  streets, striving for once not to see the misery that now lay open to the daylight all  about them. But Gysbert was right,—the Hill was a decided improvement on the  heated atmosphere of the town. The grove was cool and pleasant and a refreshing breeze  swept the summit. They sat down in the