As soon as she was gone, he said, 'I'm done for, Miss Leila.

I met Mr.George Grey on the beach this morning.

He knew me and I knew him.

He said, "What! you here, you rascally runaway horse-thief!" I said, "I wasn't a thief or a rascal." Then he said something I didn't hear, for I just left him and--I can't stay here--he'll do something, and I can't run no risks--oh, Lord!'"-- "I thought," said the Squire, "we were done with that tiresome fool, George Grey.

Whether he will write again to Woodburn about Josiah or not, no one can say.