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234 TYLNEY HALL.

was saddled, and led forth. t( I hope, sir," said Davis, as

he delivered the bridle, "you will stand my excuse to Mr.

Walter. I don't know what he will say."

" Let him say," answered Ringwood, coolly mounting

and adjusting himself in " the stirrups. If he's insolent

I'll transfer the bit from his horse's mouth into his own."

So saying, he wheeled the animal round, and trotted out

of the stable-yard ; leaving Davis staring after him, so

absorbed in cogitation, that full five minutes elapsed before

he resumed the whistling of " Nancy Dawson," which this

episode had interrupted.

In the meantime the Creole, perfectly unconscious of

this invasion of his rights of property, willingly consigned

his unfortunate drawing to the portfolio, in the secret hope

that it might slumber there for another twelvemonth ; and,

in a common spirit of disobedience to the Baronet's in-

junctions, betook himself on foot to the forbidden path in

which Raby had preceded him, towards Hawksley. He

had not gone far in that direction when, at some distance,

he perceived the brown woman traversing the Park with

great expedition ; she also recognised him, and, afterstopping

and looking carefully round, altered her former course, and

came swiftly to meet him. As she approached he could

hear her muttering to herself, her face was flushed, her

hands and arms were particularly restless, and her step

seemed sometimes like a stamp.

" Walter Tyrrel," she said, in a low tone, trembling

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