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 once caught a ray of light, to illumine and cheer the dread and nearly impervious darkness, that so long and so blackly overclouded all my prospects, I can consent, can endure to be cast again into desolate obscurity?"

Juliet, blushing, and conscious of his allusion to her reception of him in the church yard, for which, without naming Sir Lyell Sycamore, she knew not how to account, again protested that she must not be detained.

Still, however, half reproachfully, half laughingly, stopping her, "And is it thus," he cried, "that you summon me to Brighthelmstone,—only to mock my obedience, and disdain to hear me?"

"I, Sir?—I, summon you?"

"Nay, see my credentials!"

He presented to her the following note, written in an evidently feigned hand:

"If Mr. Harleigh will take a ramble to the church-yard upon the Hill,