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He seemed convinced by these enquiries at the wharves that at all events Mr Lawrence could have had nothing whatever to do with the communication which Mr Adams had seen Paul place in the hands of Miss Lucy. Who, then, was the sender of the note, and how was it that Paul, who should have been on board his ship since she was on the eve of sailing, should have been engaged to carry the letter? There was really no particular reason why the writer should be a man. Why should not she be a woman? She might even be[Pg 196] a relative of the fellow Paul. Lucy was a girl of singular kindness, who was always helping others and going amongst the poor and ministering to the afflicted; and though Captain Acton could not positively say, he might readily believe that she had one or two or three poor sufferers on her list whom she saw to and helped with her purse, and one of these—possibly a woman—might have written the letter in a moment of urgency intending it for delivery at Old Harbour House.,He glanced at her closely, struck by the odd note in her voice. "He seems a manly little chap," he said. "I must get to know him better.","Oh the poor little dear! the poor little dear!" she wailed. "Me hatin' him like I did, and him doin' all he has fer me. Oh, Willium, I do feel so 'shamed, an' mean; I do so!","That's Anson's coat all right," she affirmed. "Now twist about so's I kin see them hip pockets in the pants.","Oh yes, sir; how could she be mistaken?"[Pg 361] answered Lucy. "How beautiful she looked as she came towards us!","Listened for the splash," Stanhope answered. "Are you loaded, Billy? There's another flock coming.",The deacon sat silent, thinking. "What's their game, Tom?" he asked suddenly.,Mrs. Wilson turned to the door, wiped her red face on her apron, and finished emptying a pan of hot cookies into the stone crock, before answering, sternly:,Wilson averted his face and proceeded to straighten the towel on the roller. His action seemed to infuriate the woman.,He sat down, looking very weary.,"When I fetched her tray last time, sir, I noticed that some sandwiches and tongue was gone, and there was a little red wine in the bottom of the tumbler, as though she had drunk some and left a drop.",And placing his battered hat jauntily on his scanty locks, Harry picked up his jug and was lost amid the shadows..