I have--if I could only tell you--make you see what I have seen--Even now, O God! though half a century has run its course--" Here Mr.Fortescue's voice failed him; he turned deadly pale, and his countenance took an expression of the keenest anguish.

But the signs of emotion passed away as quickly as they had appeared.

Another moment and he had fully regained his composure, and he added, in his usual self-possessed manner: "All this must seem very strange to you, Mr.Bacon.I suppose you consider me somewhat of a mystery." "Not somewhat, but very much." Mr.Fortescue smiled (he never laughed) and reflected a moment.
"I am thinking," he said, "how strangely things come about, and, so to speak, hang together.

The greatest of all mysteries is fate.

If that horse had not run away with you, these rascals would almost certainly have made away with me; and the incident of to-day is one of the consequences of that which I mentioned at our first interview." "When we had that good run from Latton.