losure that was now to come. Nao

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had said, "John Jago is too sw

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John Jago at that very moment. It startled me to find my own thought in a man's mind spoken for me by a man. I am the p

more than in her words, which let

ecret," I said. "John J

out of his hand, and I gave him my whole mind. 'I hate you!' I said. 'Even if I wasn't promised to Ambrose, I wouldn't marry you-no! not if there wasn't another man left in the world to ask me. I hate you, Mr. Jago! I hate you!' He saw I was in earnest at last. He got up from my feet, and he settled down quiet again, all on a sudden. 'You have said enough' (that was how he answered me). 'You have broken my life. I have no hopes and no prospects now. I had a pride in the farm, miss, and a pride in my work; I bore with your brutish cousins' hatred of me; I was faithful to Mr. Meadowcroft's interests; all for your sake, Naomi Colebrook-all for your sake! I have done with it now; I have done with my life at the farm. You will never be troubled with me again. I am going away, as the dumb creatures go when they are sick, to hide myself in a corner, and die. Do me one last favor. Don't make me the laughing-stock of the whole neighborhood. I can't bear that; it maddens me only to think of it. Give me your promise never to tell any living soul what I have said to you to-night-your sacred promise to the man whose life you have broken!' I did as he bade me; I gave him my sacred promise with the tears in my eyes. Yes, t

say no more. When she put the pen into my hand, I began the composition of the ad

able to the terrible disappointment which Naomi had inflicted on him. The same morbid dread of ridicule which had led him to assert that he cared nothing for Naomi, when he and Silas had quarreled under my bedroom window, might also have impelled him to withd

balance of probability between the narrative related by Ambrose in his defense and the narrative related by Silas in his confe

go rather than say it; and you would have done the same, if you had been as fond of her as

ing from the farm and from the neighborhood. Any person who can give information of the existence of said Jago may save the lives of two wrongly-accused men by making immediate communication. Jago is about five feet four inches high.

was sent on horseback to Narrabee to procure the insertio

happier self. Now that the advertisement was on its way to the printi

nd we shall hear of John Jago before the week is out." She turned to go, and came back again to me. "I will never forgive Silas for writing that confes

n hopes which I had already begun to form in secret. The next day's mail brought me a letter on business. My clerk wrote to inquire if there was any chance of my returning to England in time to appear in court at the opening of next law term. I ans