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mother was so pious that she'd be sure to go to heaven, an' he
didn't wan't to addle where she was. Now isn't that stean at any
rate"- he hammered it with his stick as he spoke- "a pack of lies? and
won't it make Gabriel keckle when Geordie comes pantin' up the grees
with the tombstean balanced on his hump, and asks it to be took as
evidence!"

I did not know what to say, but Lucy turned the conversation as
she said, rising up:-

"Oh why did you tell us of this? it is my favourite seat, and I
cannot leave it; and now I find I must go on sitting over the grave of
a suicide."

"That won't harm ye, my pretty; an' it may make poor Geordie
gladsome to have so trim a lass sittin' on his lap. That won't hurt
ye. Why, I've sat here off an' on for nigh twenty years past, an' it
hasn't done me no harm. Don't ye fash about them as lies under ye,
or that doesn' lie there either! it'll be time for ye to be getting
scart when ye see the tombsteans all run away with, and the place as
bare as a stubble-field. There's the clock, an' I must gang. My
service to ye, ladies!" And off he hobbled.

Lucy and I sat a while, and it was all so beautiful before us that
we took hands as we sat; and she told me all over again about Arthur
and their coming marriage. That made me just a little heart-sick,
for I haven't heard from Jonathan for a whole month.

The same day.- I came up here alone, for I am very sad. There was no
letter for me. I hope there cannot be anything the matter with
Jonathan. The clock has just struck nine. I see the lights scattered
all over the town, sometimes in rows where the streets are, and
sometimes singly; they run right up the Esk and die away in the
curve of the valley. To my left the view is cut off by a black line of
roof of the old house next the abbey. The sheep and lambs are bleating
in the fields away behind me, and there is a clatter of donkey's hoofs
up the paved road below. The band on the pier is playing a harsh waltz
in good time, and further along the quay there is a Salvation Army
meeting in a back street. Neither of the bands hears the other, but up
here I hear and see them both. I wonder where Jonathan is and if he is
thinking of me! I wish he were here.

Dr. Seward's Diary.

5 June.- The case of Renfield grows more interesting the more I
get to understand the man. He has certain qualities very largely
developed; selfishness, secrecy, and purpose. I wish I could get at
what is the object of the latter. He seems to have some settled scheme
of his own, but what it is I do not yet know. His redeeming quality is
a love of animals, though, indeed, he has such curious turns in it