CHAPTER L.
WILLIAM AND MARY MARSTON.
The same day on which Turnbull opened his new shop, a man was seen on a ladder painting out the sign above the old one.

But the paint took time to dry.
The same day, also, Mary returned to Testbridge, and, going in by the kitchen-door, went up to her father's room, of which and of her own she had kept the keys--to the indignation of Turnbull, who declared he did not know how to get on without them for storage.

But, for all his bluster, he was afraid of Mary, and did not dare touch anything she had left.
That night she spent alone in the house.

But she could not sleep.

She got up and went down to the shop.