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drew near to two girls who were going out of the church-yard in front of him; they had been sitting in the nave at his entry, and had watched his doings with deep interest, afterwards discussing him as they moved out of church together. One was a slight and gentla creature, the other a tall, large-framed, deliberative girl. Captain Jolliffe regarded the loose curls of their hair, their backs and shoulders, down to their heels, for some time.

"Who may them two maids be?” he whispered to his neighbor.

“The little one is Emily Hanning ; the tall one, Jo- anna Phippard,”

“Ab! I recollect *em now, to be sure.”

He advanced to their elbow, and genially stole a gaze at them.

" Emily, you don’t know me ?” said the sailor, turn ing his beaming brown eyes on her.

“I think I do, Mr. Jolliffe,” said Emily, shyly.

The other girl looked straight at him with her dark eyes,

The face of Miss Joanna I don’t cali to mind so well,” he continued. “But I know her beginnings and kindred.”

They walked and talked together, Jolliffe narrating particulars of his late narrow escape, till they reached the corner of Sloop Lane, in which Emily Hanning dwelt, when, with a nod and smile, she left them. Soon the sailor parted also from Joanna, and, having no especial errand or appointment, turned back towards Emily's house. She lived with her father, who called himself an accountant, the daughter, however, keeping a little stationery-shop as a supplemental provision for the gaps of his somewhat uncertain business. On entering, Jolliffe found father and daughter about to begin tea.