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CHAPTER II-5
I was now apparently close on the discovery which I had striven so many months to attain. But success had lost its zest. I put my letters down, and seemed to forget them all in thinking of the morning I had passed that very day. Nothing was real but the unreal presence, which had come like an evil blast across my bodily eyes, and burnt itself down upon my brain. Dinner came, and went away untouched. Early in the afternoon I walked to the farmhouse. I found Mistress Clarke alone, and I was glad and relieved. She was evidently prepared to tell me all I might wish to hear. 'You asked me for Mistress Lucy's true name; it is Gisborne,' she began. 'Not Gisborne of Skipford?' I exclaimed, breathless with anticipation. 'The same,' said she quietly, not regarding my manner. 'Her father is a man
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