“So, your angel in disguise will have to be tried under an ‘alias!’ That
is not much in her favour, Ned. I shall ask no more questions, but wait
patiently to see and judge for myself.”
The young men put a few more interrogatories, which were civilly
answered, and then the subject was dropped. Well it has been said that
“God made the country; man made the town.” No one feels this more than
he who has been shut up between walls of brick and stone for many
months, on his first escape into the open, unfettered fields and winding
pleasant roads. Thus was it now with Dunscomb. He had not been out of
town since the previous summer, and great was his delight at smelling
the fragrance of the orchards, and feasting his eyes on their beauties.
All the other charms of the season came in aid of these, and when the
carriage drove into the long, broad, and we might almost say single
street of Biberry, Dunscomb in particular was in a most tranquil and
pleasant state of mind. He had come out to assist a friendless woman,
cheerfully and without a thought of the sacrifice, either as to time or
money, though in reflecting on all the circumstances he began to have
his doubts of the wisdom of the step he had taken. Nevertheless, he
preserved his native calmness of manner, and coolness of head.
Biberry was found to be in a state of high excitement. There were at
least a dozen physicians collected there, all from the county, and five
or six reporters had come from town. Rumours of all sorts were afloat,
and Mary Monson was a name in every person’s mouth. She had not been
arrested, however, it having been deemed premature for that; but she was
vigilantly watched, and two large trunks of which she was the mistress,
as well as an oilskin-covered box of some size, if not absolutely
seized, were so placed that their owner had no access to them. This
state of things, however, did not seem to give the suspected girl any
uneasiness; she was content with what a carpet-bag contained, and with
which she said she was comfortable. It was a question with the wiseacres
whether she knew that she was suspected or not.
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