wasstillpuzzlingmybrains，andmakingmyheadswimtonopurpose，whenIheardthemendraggingsomethingoutoftheshed。
　　Atthesameinstantthatthenoisecaughtmyear，theremembranceflashedacrossmelikelightningofsomebeamsofwoodwhichhadlainintheshedforyearspast。IhadhardlytimetofeelcertainthattheywereremovingoneofthesebeamsbeforeIheardShiftyDicksaytoJerry。
　　"Whichdoor？"
　　"Thefront，"wastheanswer。"We’vecrackeditalready；we’llhaveitdownnowinnotime。"
　　Senseslesssharpenedbydangerthanminewouldhaveunderstoodbuttooeasily，fromthesewords，thattheywereabouttousethebeamasabattering—ramagainstthedoor。Whenthatconvictionovercameme，Ilostcourageatlast。Ifeltthatthedoormustcomedown。NosuchbarricadeasIhadconstructedcouldsupportitformorethanafewminutesagainstsuchshocksasitwasnowtoreceive。
　　"Icandonomoretokeepthehouseagainstthem，"Isaidtomyself，withmykneesknockingtogether，andthetearsatlastbeginningtowetmycheeks。"Imusttrusttothenightandthethickdarkness，andsavemylifebyrunningforitwhilethereisyettime。"
　　Ihuddledonmycloakandhood，andhadmyhandonthebarofthebackdoor，whenapiteousmewfromthebedroomremindedmeoftheexistenceofpoorPussy。Iranin，andhuddledthecreatureupinmyapron。BeforeIwasoutinthepassageagain，thefirstshockfromthebeamfellonthedoor。
　　Theupperhingegaveway。Thechairsandcoal—scuttle，formingthetopofmybarricade，werehurled，rattling，ontothefloor，butthelowerhingeofthedoor，andthechestofdrawersandthetool—cheststillkepttheirplaces。
　　"Onemore！"Iheardthevillainscry——"onemorerunwiththebeam，anddownitcomes！"
　　Justastheymusthavebeenstartingforthat"onemorerun，"I
　　openedthebackdoorandfledintothenight，withthebookfulofbanknotesinmybosom，thesilverspoonsinmypocket，andthecatinmyarms。Ithreadedmywayeasilyenoughthroughthefamiliarobstaclesinthebackyard，andwasoutinthepitchdarknessofthemoorbeforeIheardthesecondshock，andthecrashwhichtoldmethatthewholedoorhadgivenway。
　　Inafewminutestheymusthavediscoveredthefactofmyflightwiththepocketbook，forIheardshoutsinthedistanceasiftheywererunningouttopursueme。Ikeptonatthetopofmyspeed，andthenoisesoondiedaway。Itwassodarkthattwentythievesinsteadoftwowouldhavefoundituselesstofollowme。
　　HowlongitwasbeforeIreachedthefarmhouse——thenearestplacetowhichIcouldflyforrefuge——Icannottellyou。IrememberthatIhadjustsenseenoughtokeepthewindatmyback（havingobservedinthebeginningoftheeveningthatitblewtowardMoorFarm），andtogoonresolutelythroughthedarkness。InallotherrespectsIwasbythistimehalfcrazedbywhatIhadgonethrough。IfithadsohappenedthatthewindhadchangedafterI
　　hadobserveditsdirectionearlyintheevening，Ishouldhavegoneastray，andhaveprobablyperishedoffatigueandexposureonthemoor。Providentially，itstillblewsteadilyasithadblownforhourspast，andIreachedthefarmhousewithmyclotheswetthrough，andmybraininahighfever。WhenImademyalarmatthedoor，theyhadallgonetobedbutthefarmer’seldestson，whowassittinguplateoverhispipeandnewspaper。Ijustmusteredstrengthenoughtogaspoutafewwords，tellinghimwhatwasthematter，andthenfelldownathisfeet，forthefirsttimeinmylifeinadeadswoon。
　　Thatswoonwasfollowedbyasevereillness。WhenIgotstrongenoughtolookaboutmeagain，Ifoundmyselfinoneofthefarmhousebeds——myfather，Mrs。Knifton，andthedoctorwereallintheroom——mycatwasasleepatmyfeet，andthepocketbookthatIhadsavedlayonthetablebymyside。
　　TherewasplentyofnewsformetohearassoonasIwasfittolistentoit。ShiftyDickandtheotherrascalhadbeencaught，andwereinprison，waitingtheirtrialatthenextassizes。Mr。
　　andMrs。KniftonhadbeensoshockedatthedangerIhadrun——forwhichtheyblamedtheirownwantofthoughtfulnessinleavingthepocketbookinmycare——thattheyhadinsistedonmyfather’sremovingfromourlonelyhometoacottageontheirland，whichweweretoinhabitrentfree。Thebank—notesthatIhadsavedweregiventometobuyfurniturewith，inplaceofthethingsthatthethieveshadbroken。Thesepleasanttidingsassistedsogreatlyinpromotingmyrecovery，thatIwassoonabletorelatetomyfriendsatthefarmhousetheparticularsthatIhavewrittenhere。Theywereallsurprisedandinterested，butnoone，asIthought，listenedtomewithsuchbreathlessattentionasthefarmer’seldestson。Mrs。Kniftonnoticedthistoo，andbegantomakejokesaboutit，inherlight—heartedway，assoonaswewerealone。Ithoughtlittleofherjestingatthetime；butwhenIgotwell，andwewenttoliveatournewhome，"theyoungfarmer，"ashewascalledinourparts，constantlycametoseeus，andconstantlymanagedtomeetmeoutofdoors。Ihadmyshareofvanity，likeotheryoungwomen，andIbegantothinkofMrs。Knifton’sjokeswithsomeattention。Tobebrief，theyoungfarmermanagedoneSunday——Inevercouldtellhow——tolosehiswaywithmeinreturningfromchurch，andbeforewefoundouttherightroadhomeagainhehadaskedmetobehiswife。
　　Hisrelationsdidalltheycouldtokeepusasunderandbreakoffthematch，thinkingapoorstonemason’sdaughternofitwifeforaprosperousyeoman。Butthefarmerwastooobstinateforthem。
　　Hehadoneformofanswertoalltheirobjections。"Aman，ifheisworththename，marriesaccordingtohisownnotions，andtopleasehimself，"heusedtosay。"Mynotionis，thatwhenItakeawifeIamplacingmycharacterandmyhappiness——themostpreciousthingsIhavetotrust——inonewoman’scare。ThewomanI
　　meantomarryhadasmallchargeconfidedtohercare，andshowedherselfworthyofitattheriskofherlife。ThatisproofenoughformethatsheisworthyofthegreatestchargeIcanputintoherhands。Rankandrichesarefinethings，butthecertaintyofgettingagoodwifeissomethingbetterstill。I’mofage，Iknowmyownmind，andImeantomarrythestone—mason’sdaughter。"
　　Andhedidmarryme。WhetherIprovedmyselfworthyornotofhisgoodopinionisaquestionwhichImustleaveyoutoaskmyhusband。AllthatIhadtorelateaboutmyselfandmydoingsisnowtold。Whateverinterestmyperilousadventuremayexcite，ends，Iamwellaware，withmyescapetothefarmhouse。Ihaveonlyventuredonwritingthesefewadditionalsentencesbecausemymarriageisthemoralofmystory。Ithasbroughtmethechoicestblessingsofhappinessandprosperity，andIowethemalltomynight—adventurein_TheBlackCottage_。
　　THESECONDDAY。
　　ACLEAR，cloudless，bracingautumnmorning。Irosegayly，withthepleasantconvictiononmymindthatourexperimenthadthusfarbeensuccessfulbeyondourhopes。
　　Shortandslightasthefirststoryhadbeen，theresultofitonJessie’smindhadprovedconclusive。BeforeIcouldputthequestiontoher，shedeclaredofherownaccord，andwithhercustomaryexaggeration，thatshehaddefinitelyabandonedallideaofwritingtoherauntuntilourcollectionofnarrativeswasexhausted。
　　"Iaminafeverofcuriosityaboutwhatistocome，"shesaid，whenweallpartedforthenight；"and，evenifIwantedtoleaveyou，Icouldnotpossiblygoawaynow，withouthearingthestoriestotheend。"
　　Sofar，sogood。AllmyanxietiesfromthistimewereforGeorge’sreturn。Againto—dayIsearchedthenewspapers，andagaintherewerenotidingsoftheship。
　　MissJessieoccupiedtheseconddaybyadrivetoourcountytowntomakesomelittlepurchases。Owen，andMorgan，andIwereallhardatwork，duringherabsence，onthestoriesthatstillremainedtobecompleted。Owendespondedaboutevergettingdone；
　　Morgangrumbledatwhathecalledtheabsurddifficultyofwritingnonsense。Iworkedonsmoothlyandcontentedly，stimulatedbythesuccessofthefirstnight。
　　Weassembledasbeforeinourguest’ssitting—room。Astheclockstruckeightshedrewoutthesecondcard。ItwasNumberTwo。Thelothadfallenonmetoreadnext。
　　"Althoughmystoryistoldinthefirstperson，"Isaid，addressingJessie，"youmustnotsupposethattheeventsrelatedinthisparticularcasehappenedtome。Theyhappenedtoafriendofmine，whonaturallydescribedthemtomefromhisownpersonalpointofview。Inproducingmynarrativefromtherecollectionofwhathetoldmesomeyearssince，Ihavesupposedmyselftobelisteningtohimagain，andhavethereforewritteninhischaracter，and，whenevermymemorywouldhelpme，asnearlyaspossibleinhislanguagealso。BythismeansIhopeIhavesucceededingivinganairofrealitytoastorywhichhastruth，atanyrate，torecommendit。ImustaskyoutoexcusemeifI
　　enterintonodetailsinofferingthisshortexplanation。
　　Althoughthepersonsconcernedinmynarrativehaveceasedtoexist，itisnecessarytoobserveallduedelicacytowardtheirmemories。Whotheywere，andhowIbecameacquaintedwiththem，aremattersofnomoment。Theinterestofthestory，suchasitis，standsinnoneed，inthisinstance，ofanyassistancefrompersonalexplanations。"
　　WiththosewordsIaddressedmyselftomytask，andreadasfollows：
　　BROTHERGRIFFITH’SSTORY
　　ofTHEFAMILYSECRET。
　　CHAPTERI。
　　WASitanEnglishmanoraFrenchmanwhofirstremarkedthateveryfamilyhadaskeletoninitscupboard？Iamnotlearnedenoughtoknow，butIreverencetheobservation，whoevermadeit。Itspeaksastartlingtruththroughanappropriatelygrimmetaphor——atruthwhichIhavediscoveredbypracticalexperience。Ourfamilyhadaskeletoninthecupboard，andthenameofitwasUncleGeorge。
　　Iarrivedattheknowledgethatthisskeletonexisted，andI
　　tracedittotheparticularcupboardinwhichitwashidden，byslowdegrees。IwasachildwhenIfirstbegantosuspectthattherewassuchathing，andagrownmanwhenIatlastdiscoveredthatmysuspicionsweretrue。
　　Myfatherwasadoctor，havinganexcellentpracticeinalargecountrytown。Ihaveheardthathemarriedagainstthewishesofhisfamily。Theycouldnotobjecttomymotheronthescoreofbirth，breeding，orcharacter——theyonlydislikedherheartily。
　　Mygrandfather，grandmother，uncles，andauntsalldeclaredthatshewasaheartless，deceitfulwoman；alldislikedhermanners，heropinions，andeventheexpressionofherface——all，withtheexceptionofmyfather’syoungestbrother，George。
　　Georgewastheunluckymemberofourfamily。Therestwereallclever；hewasslowincapacity。Therestwereallremarkablyhandsome；hewasthesortofmanthatnowomaneverlooksattwice。Therestsucceededinlife；hefailed。Hisprofessionwasthesameasmyfather’s，buthenevergotonwhenhestartedinpracticeforhimself。Thesickpoor，whocouldnotchoose，employedhim，andlikedhim。Thesickrich，whocould——especiallytheladies——declinedtocallhiminwhentheycouldgetanybodyelse。Inexperiencehegainedgreatlybyhisprofession；inmoneyandreputationhegainednothing。
　　Thereareveryfewofus，howeverdullandunattractivewemaybetooutwardappearance，whohavenotsomestrongpassion，somegermofwhatiscalledromance，hiddenmoreorlessdeeplyinournatures。AllthepassionandromanceinthenatureofmyUncleGeorgelayinhisloveandadmirationformyfather。
　　Hesincerelyworshippedhiseldestbrotherasoneofthenoblestofhumanbeings。Whenmyfatherwasengagedtobemarried，andwhentherestofthefamily，asIhavealreadymentioned，didnothesitatetoexpresstheirunfavorableopinionofthedispositionofhischosenwife，UncleGeorge，whohadneverventuredondifferingwithanyonebefore，totheamazementofeverybody，undertookthedefenseofhisfuturesister—in—lawinthemostvehementandpositivemanner。Inhisestimation，hisbrother’schoicewassomethingsacredandindisputable。Theladymight，anddid，treathimwithunconcealedcontempt，laughathisawkwardness，growimpatientathisstammering——itmadenodifferencetoUncleGeorge。Shewastobehisbrother’swife，and，invirtueofthatonegreatfact，shebecame，intheestimationofthepoorsurgeon，averyqueen，who，bythelawsofthedomesticconstitution，coulddonowrong。
　　Whenmyfatherhadbeenmarriedalittlewhile，hetookhisyoungestbrothertolivewithhimashisassistant。
　　IfUncleGeorgehadbeenmadepresidentoftheCollegeofSurgeons，hecouldnothavebeenprouderandhappierthanhewasinhisnewposition。Iamafraidmyfatherneverunderstoodthedepthofhisbrother’saffectionforhim。AllthehardworkfelltoGeorge’sshare：thelongjourneysatnight，thephysickingofwearisomepoorpeople，thedrunkencases，therevoltingcases——allthedrudging，dirtybusinessofthesurgery，inshort，wasturnedovertohim；anddayafterday，monthaftermonth，hestruggledthroughitwithoutamurmur。Whenhisbrotherandhissister—in—lawwentouttodinewiththecountygentry，itneverenteredhisheadtofeeldisappointedatbeingleftunnoticedathome。Whenthereturndinnersweregiven，andhewasaskedtocomeinattea—time，andlefttositunregardedinacorner，itneveroccurredtohimtoimaginethathewastreatedwithanywantofconsiderationorrespect。Hewaspartofthefurnitureofthehouse，anditwasthebusinessaswellasthepleasureofhislifetoturnhimselftoanyusetowhichhisbrothermightpleasetoputhim。
　　SomuchforwhatIhaveheardfromothersonthesubjectofmyUncleGeorge。MyownpersonalexperienceofhimislimitedtowhatIrememberasamerechild。Letmesaysomething，however，firstaboutmyparents，mysisterandmyself。
　　Mysisterwastheeldestbornandthebestloved。Ididnotcomeintotheworldtillfouryearsafterherbirth，andnootherchildfollowedme。Caroline，fromherearliestdays，wastheperfectionofbeautyandhealth。Iwassmall，weakly，and，ifthetruthmustbetold，almostasplain—featuredasUncleGeorgehimself。Itwouldbeungraciousandundutifulinmetopresumetodecidewhethertherewasanyfoundationornotforthedislikethatmyfather’sfamilyalwaysfeltformymother。AllIcanventuretosayis，thatherchildrenneverhadanycausetocomplainofher。
　　Herpassionateaffectionformysister，herprideinthechild’sbeauty，Irememberwell，asalsoheruniformkindnessandindulgencetowardme。Mypersonaldefectsmusthavebeenasoretrialtoherinsecret，butneithershenormyfatherevershowedmethattheyperceivedanydifferencebetweenCarolineandmyself。Whenpresentsweremadetomysister，presentsweremadetome。Whenmyfatherandmothercaughtmysisterupintheirarmsandkissedhertheyscrupulouslygavememyturnafterward。
　　Mychildishinstincttoldmethattherewasadifferenceintheirsmileswhentheylookedatmeandlookedather；thatthekissesgiventoCarolinewerewarmerthanthekissesgiventome；thatthehandswhichdriedhertearsinourchildishgriefs，touchedhermoregentlythanthehandswhichdriedmine。Butthese，andothersmallsignsofpreferencelikethem，weresuchasnoparentscouldbeexpectedtocontrol。Inoticedthematthetimeratherwithwonderthanwithrepining。Irecallthemnowwithoutaharshthoughteithertowardmyfatherormymother。Bothlovedme，andbothdidtheirdutybyme。IfIseemtospeakconstrainedlyofthemhere，itisnotonmyownaccount。Icanhonestlysaythat，withallmyheartandsoul。
　　EvenUncleGeorge，fondashewasofme，wasfonderofmybeautifulchild—sister。
　　WhenIusedmischievouslytopullathislank，scantyhair，hewouldgentlyandlaughinglytakeitoutofmyhands，buthewouldletCarolinetugatittillhisdim，wanderinggrayeyeswinkedandwateredagainwithpain。Heusedtoplungeperilouslyaboutthegarden，inawkwardimitationofthecanteringofahorse，whileIsatonhisshoulders；buthewouldneverproceedatanypacebeyondaslowandsafewalkwhenCarolinehadarideinherturn。Whenhetookusoutwalking，Carolinewasalwaysonthesidenextthewall。Whenweinterruptedhimoverhisdirtyworkinthesurgery，heusedtotellmetogoandplayuntilhewasreadyforme；buthewouldputdownhisbottles，andcleanhisclumsyfingersonhiscoarseapron，andleadCarolineoutagain，asifshehadbeenthegreatestladyintheland。Ah！howhelovedher！and，letmebehonestandgrateful，andadd，howhelovedme，too！
　　WhenIwaseightyearsoldandCarolinewastwelve，Iwasseparatedfromhomeforsometime。Ihadbeenailingformanymonthspreviously；hadgotbenefitfrombeingtakentothesea—side，andhadshownsymptomsofrelapsingonbeingbroughthomeagaintothemidlandcountyinwhichweresided。Aftermuchconsultation，itwasatlastresolvedthatIshouldbesenttolive，untilmyconstitutiongotstronger，withamaidensisterofmymother’s，whohadahouseatawatering—placeonthesouthcoast。
　　Ilefthome，Iremember，loadedwithpresents，rejoicingovertheprospectoflookingattheseaagain，ascarelessofthefutureandashappyinthepresentasanyboycouldbe。UncleGeorgepetitionedforaholidaytotakemetotheseaside，buthecouldnotbesparedfromthesurgery。Heconsoledhimselfandmebypromisingtomakemeamagnificentmodelofaship。
　　IhavethatmodelbeforemyeyesnowwhileIwrite。Itisdustywithage；thepaintonitiscracked；theropesaretangled；thesailsaremoth—eatenandyellow。Thehullisalloutofproportion，andtherighasbeensmiledatbyeverynauticalfriendofminewhohaseverlookedatit。Yet，worn—outandfaultyasitis——inferiortothecheapestminiaturevesselnowadaysinanytoy—shopwindow——IhardlyknowapossessionofmineinthisworldthatIwouldnotsoonerpartwiththanUncleGeorge’sship。
　　Mylifeatthesea—sidewasaveryhappyone。Iremainedwithmyauntmorethanayear。MymotheroftencametoseehowIwasgoingon，andatfirstalwaysbroughtmysisterwithher；butduringthelasteightmonthsofmystayCarolineneveronceappeared。Inoticedalso，atthesameperiod，achangeinmymother’smanner。Shelookedpalerandmoreanxiousateachsucceedingvisit，andalwayshadlongconferencesinprivatewithmyaunt。Atlastsheceasedtocomeandseeusaltogether，andonlywrotetoknowhowmyhealthwasgettingon。Myfather，too，whohadattheearlierperiodsofmyabsencefromhometraveledtothesea—sidetowatchtheprogressofmyrecoveryasoftenashisprofessionalengagementswouldpermit，nowkeptawaylikemymother。EvenUncleGeorge，whohadneverbeenallowedaholidaytocomeandseeme，butwhohadhithertooftenwrittenandbeggedmetowritetohim，brokeoffourcorrespondence。
　　Iwasnaturallyperplexedandamazedbythesechanges，andpersecutedmyaunttotellmethereasonofthem。Atfirstshetriedtoputmeoffwithexcuses；thensheadmittedthattherewastroubleinourhouse；andfinallysheconfessedthatthetroublewascausedbytheillnessofmysister。WhenIinquiredwhatthatillnesswas，myauntsaiditwasuselesstoattempttoexplainittome。Inextappliedtotheservants。Oneofthemwaslesscautiousthanmyaunt，andansweredmyquestion，butintermsthatIcouldnotcomprehend。Aftermuchexplanation，Iwasmadetounderstandthat"somethingwasgrowingonmysister’sneckthatwouldspoilherbeautyforever，andperhapskillher，ifitcouldnotbegotridof。"HowwellIremembertheshudderofhorrorthatranthroughmeatthevagueideaofthisdeadly"something"！Afearful，awe—struckcuriositytoseewhatCaroline’sillnesswaswithmyowneyestroubledmyinmostheart，andIbeggedtobeallowedtogohomeandhelptonurseher。Therequestwas，itisalmostneedlesstosay，refused。
　　Weekspassedaway，andstillIheardnothing，exceptthatmysistercontinuedtobeill。OnedayIprivatelywrotealettertoUncleGeorge，askinghim，inmychildishway，tocomeandtellmeaboutCaroline’sillness。
　　Iknewwherethepost—officewas，andslippedoutinthemorningunobservedanddroppedmyletterinthebox。Istolehomeagainbythegarden，andclimbedinatthewindowofabackparloronthegroundfloor。Theroomabovewasmyaunt’sbedchamber，andthemomentIwasinsidethehouseIheardmoansandloudconvulsivesobsproceedingfromit。Myauntwasasingularlyquiet，composedwoman。Icouldnotimaginethattheloudsobbingandmoaningcamefromher，andIrandownterrifiedintothekitchentoasktheservantswhowascryingsoviolentlyinmyaunt’sroom。
　　Ifoundthehousemaidandthecooktalkingtogetherinwhisperswithseriousfaces。TheystartedwhentheysawmeasifIhadbeenagrown—upmasterwhohadcaughtthemneglectingtheirwork。
　　"He’stooyoungtofeelitmuch，"Iheardonesaytotheother。
　　"Sofarasheisconcerned，itseemslikeamercythatithappenednolater。"
　　Inafewminutestheyhadtoldmetheworst。Itwasindeedmyauntwhohadbeencryinginthebedroom。Carolinewasdead。
　　Ifelttheblowmoreseverelythantheservantsoranyoneelseaboutmesupposed。StillIwasachildinyears，andIhadtheblessedelasticityofachild’snature。IfIhadbeenolderI
　　mighthavebeentoomuchabsorbedingrieftoobservemyauntsocloselyasIdid，whenshewascomposedenoughtoseemelaterintheday。
　　Iwasnotsurprisedbytheswollenstateofhereyes，thepalenessofhercheeks，orthefreshburstoftearsthatcamefromherwhenshetookmeinherarmsatmeeting。ButIwasbothamazedandperplexedbythelookofterrorthatIdetectedinherface。Itwasnaturalenoughthatsheshouldgrieveandweepovermysister’sdeath，butwhyshouldshehavethatfrightenedlookasifsomeothercatastrophehadhappened？
　　IaskediftherewasanymoredreadfulnewsfromhomebesidesthenewsofCaroline’sdeath。
　　Myaunt，saidNoinastrange，stifledvoice，andsuddenlyturnedherfacefromme。Wasmyfatherdead？No。Mymother？No。UncleGeorge？MyaunttrembledalloverasshesaidNotothatalso，andbademeceaseaskinganymorequestions。Shewasnotfittobearthemyetshesaid，andsignedtotheservanttoleadmeoutoftheroom。
　　ThenextdayIwastoldthatIwastogohomeafterthefuneral，andwastakenouttowardeveningbythehousemaid，partlyforawalk，partlytobemeasuredformymourningclothes。Afterwehadleftthetailor’s，Ipersuadedthegirltoextendourwalkforsomedistancealongthesea—beach，tellingher，aswewent，everylittleanecdoteconnectedwithmylostsisterthatcametenderlybacktomymemoryinthosefirstdaysofsorrow。ShewassointerestedinhearingandIinspeakingthatweletthesungodownbeforewethoughtofturningback。
　　Theeveningwascloudy，anditgotonfromdusktodarkbythetimeweapproachedthetownagain。Thehousemaidwasrathernervousatfindingherselfalonewithmeonthebeach，andonceortwicelookedbehindherdistrustfullyaswewenton。Suddenlyshesqueezedmyhandhard，andsaid：
　　"Let’sgetuponthecliffasfastaswecan。"
　　ThewordswerehardlyoutofhermouthbeforeIheardfootstepsbehindme——amancameroundquicklytomyside，snatchedmeawayfromthegirl，and，catchingmeupinhisarmswithoutaword，coveredmyfacewithkisses。Iknewhewascrying，becausemycheekswereinstantlywetwithhistears；butitwastoodarkformetoseewhohewas，orevenhowhewasdressed。Hedidnot，I
　　shouldthink，holdmehalfaminuteinhisarms。Thehousemaidscreamedforhelp。Iwasputdowngentlyonthesand，andthestrangemaninstantlydisappearedinthedarkness。
　　Whenthisextraordinaryadventurewasrelatedtomyaunt，sheseemedatfirstmerelybewilderedathearingofit；butinamomentmoretherecameachangeoverherface，asifshehadsuddenlyrecollectedorthoughtofsomething。Sheturneddeadlypale，andsaid，inahurriedway，veryunusualwithher：
　　"Nevermind；don’ttalkaboutitanymore。Itwasonlyamischievoustricktofrightenyou，Idaresay。Forgetallaboutit，mydear——forgetallaboutit。"
　　Itwaseasiertogivethisadvicethantomakemefollowit。Formanynightsafter，Ithoughtofnothingbutthestrangemanwhohadkissedmeandcriedoverme。
　　Whocouldhebe？Somebodywholovedmeverymuch，andwhowasverysorry。Mychildishlogiccarriedmetothatlength。ButwhenItriedtothinkoverallthegrown—upgentlemenwholovedmeverymuch，Icouldnevergeton，tomyownsatisfaction，beyondmyfatherandmyUncleGeorge。
　　CHAPTERII。
　　Iwastakenhomeontheappointeddaytosufferthetrial——ahardoneevenatmytenderyears——ofwitnessingmymother’spassionategriefandmyfather’smutedespair。IrememberthatthesceneofourfirstmeetingafterCaroline’sdeathwaswiselyandconsideratelyshortenedbymyaunt，whotookmeoutoftheroom。