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When YOU last saw me, I was a boy of thirteen You now see me a man of twenty-three

The story of es, is a story that can be soon told

Speaking of my father first, I have to record that the end of his career did indeed come as Dame Dermody had foretold it Before we had been a year in America, the total collapse of his land speculation was followed by his death The catastrophe was complete But for e) we should both have been left helpless at thethe hearty and hospitable people of the United States, ere unaffectedly sorry to leave But there were reasons which inclined us to return to our own country after ly

Besides her brother-in-law (already es of my narrative), my mother had another relative--a cousin named Ger me, when the time came, in a professional career I remember it as a family rumor, that Mr Germaine had been an unsuccessful suitor for ether He was still a bachelor at the later period when his eldest brother's death without issue placed him in possession of a handsome fortune The accession of wealth made no difference in his habits of life: he was a lonely old ed froland If I could only succeed in pleasing Mr Gerree, at least) as being prospects assured

This was one consideration that influenced us in leaving America There was another--in which I was especially interested--that drew me back to the lonely shores of Greenwater Broad

My only hope of recovering a trace of Mary was to hborhood of ood bailiff had been heartily liked and respected in his little sphere It see his ht have discovered traces of hiland In my dreams of Mary--and I dreamed of her constantly--the lake and its woody banks forround in the visionary picture of my lost companion To the lake shores I looked, with a natural superstition, as to my way back to the one life that had its promise of happiness for me--my life with Mary