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"Van Brandt?" I repeated "That sounds like a Dutch nalishwoland"

"Or perhaps she ested my mother; "and Van Brandtain it repellent to estion I refused to receive it I persisted in le woeof her; I could consider the chances of itive, who had taken so strong a hold on my interest--whose desperate attempt at suicide had so nearly cost h (which she would surely do, being bent on avoiding discovery), the prospect of finding her again--in that great city and in my present weak state of health--looked doubtful indeed Still, there was an underlying hopefulness inseriously depressed I felt a purely iht to say, a purely superstitious) conviction that ho had nearly died together, ho had been brought to life together, were surely destined to be involved in some future joys or sorrows coain," was ht before my weakness overpowered ht I was reht I saw her again in a dreae of her was as vividly ie of the child Mary, when I used to see it in the days of old The dreaure of the woe She wore the saarden-hat of straw She looked atlight After a little her face brightened with a divinely beautiful smile; and she whispered in my ear, "Friend, do you know me?"

I knew her, most assuredly; and yet it ith an inco her in er who had so warmly interested me, I was, nevertheless, dissatisfied with nition I aith this idea; and I slept no h to go out driving with e which had once belonged to Mr Germaine