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CHAPTER XV.
FLUCTUATIONS.
The tardy gig had overtaken me at last. I entered it, and bade the man who brought it drive to Grass-dale Manor—I was too busy with my own thoughts to care to drive it myself. I would see Mrs. Huntingdon—there could be no impropriety in that now that her husband had been dead above a year—and by her indifference or her joy at my unexpected arrival, I could soon tell whether her heart was truly mine. But my companion, a loquacious, forward fellow, was not disposed to leave me to the indulgence of my private cogitations.
