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CHAPTER XXIII.
THE PARK.
I came down a little before eight, next morning, as I knew by the striking of a distant clock. There was no appearance of breakfast. I waited above an hour before it came, still vainly longing for access to the library; and, after that lonely repast was concluded, I waited again about an hour and a half in great suspense and discomfort, uncertain what to do.
At length, Lady Ashby came to bid me good morning. She informed me she had only just breakfasted, and now wanted me to
