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the horses' heads were visible; and through
the thick hedge only a portion of the carriage
could be discerned. Clara, after finding she
could distinguish nothing clearly, in a discon-
tented tone remarked:
 "I don't think, Lucy, that can be the
Hamilton's carriage; they have no grey horse,
and the coachman's hat looks quite different
from Arnold's; whose can it be ? Look!
look there is surely a gentleman getting out.
There, I can hear his voice; I wonder who
it is."
 I don't know," replied her companion;
"I fancy I recognize the tones of his voice,
too. I have it, it is Dr. Baring."
 Oh, I dare say it is : come to see Edith,
I suppose."
 There was a silence. After a while more
wheels were heard, and this time there was
no mistake; they could even see the flutter
of a lady's dress as she descended, and
then Dr. Baring was seen to meet her, and
they caught the words, "Mrs. Hamilton." It
seemed an age that they stood there watching,
fearing to move away lest they should miss
the departure, and feeling both tired and cold
with standing about so long. At last, how-
ever, voices approached, Grace got into the