This eBook was produced by David Widger, widger@cecomet.net BOOK IX. CHAPTER I. THE SECRET WHICH GUY DARRELL DID NOT CONFIDE TO ALBAN MORLEY. It was a serene noonday in that melancholy interlude of the seasons when
autumn has really ceased--winter not yet visibly begun. The same hired
vehicle which had borne Lionel to Fawley more than five years ago,
stopped at the gate of the wild umbrageous grass-land that surrounded
the antique Manor-house. It had been engaged, from the nearest railway-
station on the London road, by a lady, with a female companion who seemed
her servant. The driver dismounted, opened the door of the vehicle, and
the lady bidding him wait there till her return, and saying a few words
to her companion, descended, and, drawing her cloak round her, walked on
alone towards the Manor-house. At first her step was firm, and her pace
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