CHAPTER XI.
LUCY TEMPEST.
The words of my lady, "as tall as a giantess," unconsciously influenced the imagination of Lionel Verner.

The train was steaming into the station at one end as his carriage stopped at the other.

Lionel leaped from it, and mingled with the bustle of the platform.
Not very much bustle, either; and it would have been less, but that Deerham Station was the nearest approach, as yet, by rail, to Heartburg, a town of some note about four miles distant.

Not a single tall lady got out of the train.

Not a lady at all that Lionel could see.