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ness, I went into the house till he should have
gone. What was to be done? all my fears were
come back again. I could no longer persuade my-
self that it was a dream; and yet, if it should
be I would wait till they assembled again,
and would listen and make sure ; and then I would
think what next todo. Meantime, I could not go
to Mr. Hurst ; he would see that there was some-
thing amiss—or, still worse, Master George would
—and they would question me, and I should not
know what to say. So I hung about all day, un-
able to employ myself in anything. But in the
evening my father came home late, and the other
men never came. There was nothing for it but to
wait another long, anxious day.