But he had not gone a dozen yards when he
heard Clemency calling his name, and hastened back.
"Mr. Beverley," said she, "I want to ask you--something else--about
my father--"
"Yes," said Barnabas, as she hesitated.
"Does he think I am--does he know that--though I ran away with--a
beast, I--ran away--from him, also,--does he know--?"
"He knows you for the sweet, pure woman you are," said Barnabas as
she fell silent again, "he knows the truth, and lives but to find
you again--my sister!" Now, when he said this, Barnabas saw within
her tearful eyes the light of a joy unutterable; so he bared his head
and, turning about, strode quickly away up the alley.
Being come into the narrow, dingy street, he suddenly espied Mr. Shrig
who leaned against a convenient post and stared with round eyes at
the tumble-down houses opposite, while upon his usually placid brow
he wore a frown of deep perplexity.
"So you followed me?" exclaimed Barnabas.
"V'y, sir, since you mention it,--I did take that 'ere liberty. This
is a werry on-savory neighborhood at most times, an' the air's werry
bad for--fob-seals, say,--and cravat-sparklers at all times.
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