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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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tianity by heapingcoals of fire upon my unworthy head—say Yes to my pleading ! If you wish it, she replied tenderly, and lifted her proud eyesto mine, proud no longer, but full of truest love. And there, in the shelter of the woods, only the bright moon tolook down upon us, I took her in my arms and sealed the contractthat made me then, and has made me ever since, the happiest man inthe world. And the little Japs, you ask ? Guy, more familiarly known asWeasel, is a fine young fellow now at Cambridge, and carrying allbefore him. And Alice ? Look at that tall, slight girl now enteringthe room, in white fleecy drapery that clings closely about a finely-moulded figure ; masses of golden hair twine about her shapelyhead ; black, pencilled brows and deep almond-shaped eyes completethe beautiful apparition. To-morrow is her wedding-day, and,looking at her as she stands there, you hardly wonder that she ismaking one of the best matches in Kent. A. de G. Stevens. *~e*&£SF**&LSk£*r-
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THE ARGOSY. DECEMBER, 1880. THE MYSTERIES OF HERON DYKE, By the Author of Brought to Light, In the Dead ofNight, Under Lock and Key, etc. CHAPTER XXXIV. THE TRUTH AT LAST. IT was a lovely January morning, sunny but cold, as the ladies sataround the breakfast-table at Heron Dyke. Miss Winterscarcely spoke a word during the meal, and scarcely touched amouthful; she seemed buried in thought. What is the matter with you, Ella ? asked Mrs. Carlyon,noticing this. Surely you are not going to be ill! I was never better in all my life, Aunt Gertrude, than I am thismorning, answered Ella with her sweet, serious smile. Only, I donot seem to be in the humour for talking. 11 Nor for eating either, apparently, said Mrs. Carlyon with ashake of her cap-strings. I dont like the symptoms ; and if youhave not recovered your appetite at luncheon I shall think it timeto send for Dr. Spreckley. At which Ella laughed. By-and-by, Ella put on her hat and shawl and went out, st oilingacross the garden towards

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