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17 Page ak “The : iain oe. aed, bit the tit Wah indlnd aneiily and rent the wild, jagged clouds hither and thither. + The sea tossed wild and white, with a roar like thunder, and dim and dark and far off she could just make out the | Raven, outlined against the gloomy sky. Either the sight a. es, or the raw, rattling blast made her shiver from head to foot. ‘3 “Tt is easier to die,” she said to herself, her brown eyes _ looking black under her bent brows. “He is a robber and a> - mmurderer—an outlaw and a villain—a wretch for whom the gallows-is waiting! Better be eaten alive by the rats up in _ the attic than live an thour with him! But, oh! I don’t understand it at all. What on earth can he want to marry me for? I won’t marry him and I won’t be locked up! = You'll see, Mr. Fisher! This is Dick’s night—dear, clever oe _ old Dick—and he will tell me how to outwit them both.” Pern eam CHAPTER Hi 5 Mtge st eo ‘DICK DERWENT PLOTS. _ es Eo Spicer Fisher’ gs dreary dwelling—Fisher’s Bol Seinnd as irre Sealy, isolated from other dwellings as a house could well stand. A long, dark, rambling old place, gloomier without — 5 than within, if possible, perched on a windy cliff-overlooking . the lonely sea: Far away on either hand spread the desolate Bat LF € - marshes and arid fields, burned dry under the broiling sea- ide sun. Three miles off lay Rockledge—the little country aaa town ; and the road between Rockledge and Fisher’s Folly . 2 > "so -“e8y ™ - @. ae ise a . ; pa 7 “ites in a long year’s search. a Those ghastly fields—those sodden Se Ge dotted with ; ee -elumps of gloomy cedars—spread out unutterably grewsome _ after dusk, and very rare was it, indeed, to.meet a human 4 being on that deserted road once the gloaming fell. But this wild and windy May night a tall young man ‘ x tune. A tall and slender youth of one-or-two-and-twenty, 3 with a frank, good-looking, high-colored face, and merry, ht blue eyes. A young man on whose boyish face the oe ant \ ee ° ’ es : Bt br . =? and whose long legs measured off the ground in seven- league strides. : a 2 a his arm he carried a bundle of books,. in tattered. papel sh el and as he whistled sone 2 cast anxious plane was as lonely and dismal a stretch of road as you could find | strode cheerily along the lonesome path, whistling a lively - oe down was just beginning to crop—up in palest hues, (E(@) . —— GC rel oVovo (Se a 7 eee at Reta fa Se: 7 at FY - oa Re?