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- Estella. Tatas Bie 15 a tea. gS. Sate ny Bea thtnty. Try again.” af “Think!” repeated Estella; “it doesn’t require any think- ing. There’s Mr. Jacobs, the minister, he comes here, and oy ot eS got a bald head and a wife and. five children. ‘There’s _. Dr. Skinner, he drops in sometimes, and he’s a widower of sixty-five, with granddaughters older than I am. There’s the butcher and the grocer, they come after their bills - monthly, and they’re both married men, and old and ugly as original sin. There’s your lawyer—old. Grimshaw—with a face like a death’s-head, who has buried three wives and is looking out for a fourth. Perhaps it is Mr. Grimshaw, —- unele; though, if you think him either young or handsome, mo yOu must be taking leave of your senses.” Mr. Fisher laughed a feeble, little laugh. a , “Ho! ha! my dear; very good! But it isn’t Mr. Grim- shaw, nor any of those you have mentioned. Try again.” _ “Where’s the use?” exclaimed Estella, impatiently. “I never see any one else here. I can’t guess. Who is it?” “My dear, he was here this very afternoon.” ‘Estella Mallory gave a ery, and fairly aprAne from his gaw a young, and Bandubsce: mah inside this house in my Ei “Uncle! Mr. Fisher! You neyer mean to say you’re talk- Ma is ing of the smuggler. captain—of that great, big, red-headed BX monster, Captain Darrell 2” *P~PIl thank you to keep a civil tongue in your head, Miss a - Mallory! said Peter Fisher, sharply. “Yes, I mean the captain of the Raven—a young and handsome man, miss, Be if there ever was one yet.” , ee a “Oh! !”’ cried Estella. Tt was all she could say. She dropped Bick in her chair, ES oe cate with amazement. Pt “Captain Darrell was here this Stiahbe, and he wants ‘ a fo marry you. He’ll take you with him on board the Raven Ce anywhere in the wide world you would like to go.” pas “T’d see Captain Darrell and the Raven at the bottom a of the Red Sea first!” burst out Estella Mallory, her pale face turning crimson with indignation; “that great, fright- 32 ful, overgrown, wicked wretch! Why, if there is any one tye in the whole world I have a horror of, it is that may) A _ _- smuggler—a.pirate—a is - PO goa !” thundered Peter Winter, starting to his fects BP pag ou bold minx, how dare you say such things of any friend u—a . nameless pauper—and does you a thousand times too Jf | mine e Gaptain Darrell is a thousand times too good for » i nuc ; 4 ex ay , 1 honor by i ad any notice of you at all.’ EomicbooKks:co Cae : + i ; te ~