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AGNES; OR, BEAUTY AND PLEASURE. 353 ‘in ile iH ii | yo tah sal i, iM IN | N bln x Bt) Dy is Nit | WN waiie ! MN “ Ob, Emily sent the kindest messages, at the same time that she transmitted the document.” ‘““Sh! so she said,” interjected the misan-, drew near the house they beheld the postman ad- thrope bluntly: “but we must not take ewery- thing as gospel that comes from her lips. Pardon me for speaking in this manner of your wife. You will admit she deserves it. And now, Gus- tavus, I tell you what you must do. Go and write a letter to your cousin Winifred, beseeching a few lines by return of post to set your mind at rest re- lative to the emancipation of your grandfather. This is a duty you must perform; and I will see tbat you accomplish it. Let the letter be writter without delay; and I will take it with my own hand into Kingston—with my own eyes will I see it consigned to the post-office—and then we shall know that it bas not been intercepted. Come, Gustavus, I will walk with you towards Mount Pleasant ; and I will lounge in the neighbourhood antil you come forth with the letter,” No. 45.—AGNEs. ° SSSSSSS—“S ] j SG SS | i |, omnes =, ail Wh 4 | PT iia A cette ae | Ss | : | aaa" | | | | ee Rea CN DK ‘i 2 | 4 i f ‘ \ + ° } \ as ee it ee Ya a ry Y LY Towards Mount Pleasant did the misanthrope. and the youth accordingly proceed; and as they vancing from the direction of Kingston. In a few minutes that individual came up to the spot where they were just turning off towards the villa; and he said, “ I beg your pardon, sir—I be- lieve you are Mr. Barrington : and if so, there is ~ a letter for you.” Gustavus took i¢; and on glancing até the hand- writing of the address, he cried, “It is from Winifred !” Tho postman passed rapidly on his way; and Gustavus proceeded to exclaim, “ How singular —how remarkable!—that just as we had been talking of letters from Kngland fe “Open that letter, and see whet it says,” inter- rupted Mr. Hargrcve: “you can sfierwards ex- press your admiration of the coincidence, if you think fit,’’ J Concbooks.con