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n saw the notice, she was assured that she had done the right thing. For ten days that advertisement stared her in the face whenever she visited the office, and then, to her great satisfaction, it disappeared. Rose Bonnifay's message from across the sea had gone to the place of "dead" letters, but Nelly believed that it had at last found its rightful owner. On the very evening of Peveril's departure Miss Nelly's old sweetheart, Mike Connell, joined her for a walk, and, after much preliminary conversation, finally plucked up courage to ask if Mr. Peril had told her anything of importance before going away. "What should he have to tell me?" asked the girl, evasively. "He might have tould you that he liked you better than any other girl in the world," was the diplomatic answer. "You know he'd never say a thing like that, Mr. Connell," cried Nelly, blushing furiously. "Well, then, he might have said he was already bespoke." "I don't believe it." "It's true, all the same." "What right have you to say so?" asked Nelly, whose face was now quite pale. "The right of his own words, for he telled me so himself." "Who is she?" "He didn't say." "Where does she live, then?" "Divil a bit do I know." "I don't believe you know anything at all about it. You are just making up a story to tease me." "T'asing you is the last thing I'd be thinking of, Nelly darlin', except it was t'asing ye to marry me. No, alanna, it's the truth I'm telling you, and if you can't believe me just ax him. At the same time, I'm sore hurted that ye should be caring whether he's bespoke or no." "I will ask him," answered the girl, "and until I do I'll thank you, Mr. Connell, never to mention Mr. Peril's name again." "Not even to tell you what a brave, bowld lad he is, and how handsome?" "You'd not be telling me anything I don't know." "But, darlin', when he tells you with his own mouth that he's already bespoke and not to be had at all, you'll not refuse a bit of hope to one who loves the very ground trod by your two little feet." "Good-night, Mr. Connell. Here's the door, and I'm going in." In the meantime Peveril, after bidding good-bye to Mrs. Trefethen, had been whirled away by the little timber train to a landing on the lake shore, where he found the tug _Broncho_ awaiting him. Towing behind it was a light double-ended skiff, and on its narrow deck he saw three men, dressed very much as he was himself, whom h
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