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ONE hot June day, two flys might have been seen proceeding through lanes and high roads, in a pretty midland district. Fields and meadows, trees and hedges, formed the chief features of the landscape, with finishing touches of cows and sheep. Occasional ponds made a variety, and occasional hills broke the level line of the horizon.
The second fly was closed and heavily loaded with luggage. One young woman, respectably dressed, sat inside. The foremost vehicle, which was open, held two individuals-a grey-haired gentleman of soldierly aspect, and a fair child in deep mourning. The large soft eyes of the little girl were roving eagerly to and fro, while the gentleman seemed well content to watch her face.