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CHAPTER XI.
FURTHER INTELLIGENCE.
Five or six days after this, Mr. Lawrence paid us the honour of a call; and when he and I were alone together—which I contrived as soon as possible, by bringing him out to look at my cornstacks—he showed me another letter from his sister. This one he was quite willing to submit to my longing gaze: he thought, I suppose, it would do me good. The only answer it gave to my message was this:—
"Mr. Markham is at liberty to make such revelations concerning me as he judges neces-
