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 lost herself, or been misled, or betrayed, some other way.

"O, pray don't waste your anxiety!" cried Elinor; "she is in perfect safety, I make no doubt."

"I should be sorry," he gravely replied, "to think you in equal danger."

"Should you?" cried she in a softened tone; "should you, Harleigh, be sorry if any evil befel me?"

"But why," he asked, "has Tomlinson given me this misinformation?"

"And why, Mr. Harleigh, because Tomlinson told you that a stranger was here, should you conclude it could be no other than your black fugitive?"

Again Harleigh turned to the traveller, and fixed his eyes upon her face: the patch, the bandage, the large cap, had hitherto completely hidden its general form; and the beautiful outline he now saw, with so entire a contrast of complexion to what he remembered, again checked, or rather dissolved his rising surmizes.