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"Well, well! how can he post it when nobody knohere Mrs Caradoc

Wynne is?"

"Mrs Caradoc Wynne, indeed! Phrutt!"

Early in the New Year, when the bare, brown hills had thrown off their

in the

sunshine, and the starry, golden celandines looked up fearlessly froe, drawn by a pair of

strong horses, rolled along the dry, hard road from Caer Madoc towards

Abersethin Its occupants looked at every scene with interest,

recalling reminiscences of forerly for the chie, which lay at the

bottom of the valley

The travellers were Cardo and Mr and Mrs Lewis Wynne As the

carriage left the firan to descend one of the

stony lanes which led to the shores below, Cardo becahtful; he had hitherto been the life of the party Returning hoiven the rein to his fancy, and

was full of buoyant hopes and joyful anticipations

The Vicar, apprised of their coate--indeed,

had been there more or less since breakfast, and it was now nearly noon

Betto flew about with a a chair, s her eyes with her hand,

and peering towards the brow of the hill for so