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 a resemblance to some one whom I had before seen. Presently he stopped, and, looking towards the house, made enquiries of a passenger who chanced to be near. Being apparently satisfied with the answers he received, he rode with a quick pace into the court, and alighted at the door. I started from my seat, and going forth, waited with some impatience to hear his purpose explained.

He accosted me with the formality of a stranger, and asked if a young man, by name Edgar Huntly, resided here: being answered in the affirmative, and being requested to come in, he entered, and seated himself without hesitation by the fire. Some doubt and anxiety were visible in his looks: he seemed desirous of information upon some topic; and yet betrayed terror lest the answers he might receive should subvert some hope, or confirm some foreboding.

Meanwhile I scrutinised his features with much solicitude: a nearer and more deliberate view convinced me that the first impression was just, but still I was unable to call up his name, or the circumstances of our former meeting. The pause was at length ended, by his saying, in a faltering voice—"My name is Weymouth: I came hither to obtain information on a subject in which my happiness is deeply concerned."

At the mention of his name I started: it was a name too closely connected with the image of thy brother, not to call up affecting and vivid recollections. Weymouth, thou knowest, was thy brother's friend. It is three years since this man left America, during which time no tidings had been heard of him, at least by thy brother. He had now returned, and was probably unacquainted with the fate of his friend.

After an anxious pause, he continued:—"Since my arrival I have heard of an event which has, on many accounts, given me the deepest sorrow: I loved Waldegrave, and know not any person in the world whose life was dearer to me than his: there were considerations, however, which made it more precious to me than the life of one whose merits might be greater:—with his life, my own existence and property were, I have reason to think, inseparably united.