Have you been away from Morningside Park?” “I’m not interrupting you?” “You are. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. We leave England to-night. The acid of this incertitude had disintegrated his nerve; and in Canton had come the smash. Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation.
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