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CHAPTER XXVI. ON PROVIDENCE AND THE FIEND. t E can do it, Carson?’’ said Julian to the groom as he put the horse to its pace down the avenue. ‘“We’ll do it easy, sir,’’ the man replied. ‘‘The train is never just punctual, sir. I’veseenit as much as five minutes behind. We’ll have over two minutes to wait at the station, BST. ““Of course we'll do it,’’ muttered Julian. e The horse was a fine half-bred chestnut. It did not need any urging. It went with a great stride down the avenue to the lodge gate. The gate was closed. ‘‘What is that man about?’’ cried Julian when he per- ceived that the gate was closed. ‘“‘Why the deuce does he not open the gate?’’ The groom got to his feet and sent out a long ‘‘halloa’’ over the heads of the occupants of the front seat. Julhan joined his voice with that of the groom. Neither the highly picturesque old man with the corduroys nor the highly picturesque old woman with the red shawl whom Bertha had admired so greatly approached the gate to open it. The groom swung himself to the ground the moment his master slackened the pace of the horse, and ran ahead to the double gate. He turned the handle and gave a tug to the gate, thinking to swing it wide in a moment. It did not move. He set his boot against the other wing and gave a second tug. The gate quivered, but remained fast. 171 EONMICLIOOlKS (EC)