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by Miss Slimon, so, finding nothing to do, they 

 returned to The Martens. 



They were in that condition of mind that, going 

 even for a short walk, dread would be ever present 

 in their minds that on returning to the house they 

 would find Garry owen " seized " and a baiUff 

 sitting in the kitchen. This dread, which had 

 something of pleasant excitement about it, this 

 ever-present fear of danger, had drawn French, 

 Mr Dashwood and the girl together again in a 

 family party, a corporate body. Love, though 

 he hovered over them, could not divide or disunite 

 them till the adventure they were bound together 

 in was completed. They were united against a 

 common enemy, so united that by a process of 

 telepathy gloom affecting one would affect the 

 rest; hilarity Hkewise. To-day at luncheon they 

 were hilarious, as an offset to their gloominess at 

 breakfast. A bottle of Pommery assisted their 

 spirits; they drank confusion to Lewis and 

 benightment to Mr Giveen. They were fey. 



The bazaar was to be declared open at haK-past 

 two by Mrs Bingham, and at half -past two a long 

 Hne of carriages stood in the roadway outside the 

 red brick school-house; the place inside was hot 

 and stuffy, crammed with the elite of Crowsnest 

 and smelHng of glue, raw pine boards and coffee. 

 A huge coffee-urn with steam up at the refreshment 

 stall spoke of the rustics who would invade the 

 place at three o'clock, when the price of admission 

 was to be lowered to sixpence, and answered with 



