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THE BEAUFORTS

CHAPTER I.

A VISIONARY

HE sun was sending slanting rays through a western window into Mr. Beaufort's modest house, as he wended his way slowly, very slowly, home. He was a middle-aged man, with a slight stoop and grey hair, which he wore falling over his shoulders. His face was hand some but slightly discontented; his mouth had some bitter lines round it; his whole expression was irritable. In all respects he looked like a man who had missed the right