J. Maudsley.

    er had a middle name: Josephine.

    else  to kno? ell, So live  ts on tomers come across urns tares y. From time to time  in t not for long. reet, te. I cut via to t o use it.

    ‘ do you expect?“ my fato a Yorks. It is the moors he is looking for.“

    I t. Full of expectation, So t, turns on me a long, disappointed stare.

    I don’t like to t he is homesick.

    Dr. Clifton came to my fato be visiting to it o call in, t , to see if ed in. As it ted amiably about it at lengtil er closing time. to make up for keeping us so late ed us out for a meal. It , and since ill in to, my fated  evening for a meal cold me . Very nice.” t afternoon  for a  time it  too busy ing letters to be able to accompany us. I told ory of t of Angelfield. ened closely, and o walk, slowly and in silence.

    ‘I remember seeing t treasure box,“ ually. ” come to escape the fire?“

    I stopped in my tracks,  to ask.”

    ‘You’ll never know now, will you?“

    ook my arm and we walked on.

    Anyurning to my subject, ed my fat’s sadness o give S. But t is, o a state of painful perplexity. For I am not sure I can bear to be parted from s Miss inter’s disappearance, for ; but being  all possible to keep him near me.

    In a letter I betrayed somets to Dr. Clifton;  per botay, Ses us for a mont  possible t  of t suits us all. I cannot  t .

    And t is all.