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locked it in the bureau, and turned upon him triumphant. For a moment he seemed to be going to wrench the key of the bureau out of her hand ; bot he stopped himself, and swung round upon his heel and went away.

"'When he was out-of-doors alone, and it got night, he walked about restless, and stinging with the sense of being beaten at all points by her. He could not help fancying her telling her new lover or her acquaintances of this scene with himself, and laughing with them over those poor blotted, crooked lines of his that he had been so anxious to obtain. As the evening passed ou he worked himself into a dogged resolution to have them back at any price, come what might.

“ At the dead of night he came out of his mother’s house by the back door, and creeping through the garden hedge went along the field adjoining till he reached the back of her aunt’s dwelling. The moon strack bright and flat upon the walls, ’twas said, and every shiny leaf of the creepers was like a little looking - glass in the rays. From long acquaintance Jack know the arrangement and position of everything in Mrs. Palmley’s house as well as in his own mother’s. The back window close to him was a casement with little leaded squares, as it is to this day, and was, as now, one of two lighting the sitting- room. The other, being in front, was closed up with shutters, but this back one had uot even a blind, and the moonlight as it streamed in showed every article of the furniture to him outside. To the right of the room is the fireplace, as you may remember ; to the left was the burean at that time; inside the barear was Harriet’s work - box, as he supposed (though it was really her aunt’s), and inaide the work - box were his letters. Well, he took out his pocket -knife, and