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THE HOUSE THAT WAS ROLAND MARLEIGH'S.
It was high noon next day, and Gregory Ashburn was taking the air upon the noble terrace of Castle Marleigh, when the beat of hoofs, rapidly approaching up the avenue, arrested his attention.

He stopped in his walk, and, turning, sought to discover who came.

His first thought was of his brother; his second, of Kenneth.

Through the half-denuded trees he made out two mounted figures, riding side by side; and from the fact of there being two, he adduced that this could not be Joseph returning.
Even as he waited he was joined by Cynthia, who took her stand beside him, and voiced the inquiry that was in his mind.