Stapleton.
"What a find!"
There was no more said. Lady Laura sat as one in trance herself.
Then Mr. Vincent returned.
"You must not lose sight of that young man," he said abruptly. "It is
an extraordinary case."
"I have all the notes here," remarked Mrs. Stapleton.
"Yes; you had better keep them. He must not see them at present."
_Chapter V_
I
As the weeks went by Maggie's faint uneasiness disappeared. She was
one of those fortunate persons who, possessing what are known as
nerves, are aware of the possession, and discount their effects
accordingly.
That uneasiness had culminated a few days after Laurie's departure one
evening as she sat with the old lady after tea--in a sudden touch of
terror at she knew not what.
"What is the matter, my dear?" the old lady had said without warning.
Maggie was reading, but it appeared that Mrs. Baxter had noticed her
lower her book suddenly, with an odd expression.
Maggie had blinked a moment.
"Nothing," she said. "I was just thinking of Laurie; I don't know
why."
But since then she had been able to reassure herself. Her fancies were
but fancies, she told herself; and they had ceased to trouble her.
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