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the morning following the fox-hunt, Mr. Larkington, inquiring at the post-office for letters, was somewhat surprised at the large bundle of notes which the clerk put into his hand.

He glanced hurriedly over the addresses: there was one foreign letter, with an English postmark, directed in a pointed feminine hand.

This letter he impatiently tore open, unfolding it without glancing at the writing, and looked between the closely written pages of the sheet.

Here he found a narrow slip of paper, which the lady clerk observed afterwards to the postmaster "was a check, as any one could see."