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"Good heavens!" exclaimed the first lieutenant, as he came out from his shelter. "You are wounded again!"
āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ āđāļāđ āļĒāļ·āļāļĒāļąāļ āļāļąāļ§ āļāļ 2021 "But what could have been his object in coming into the house?" asked the bewildered lady. "Time enough, sir, if you are going on board of the Vernon, and I will give you one of my oars if I don't put you on her deck," said the boatman very positively. "I hope you are nimble with your feet and hands, sir." Christy went to the library, and busied himself in considering whether or not the sudden departure of Walsh had any connection with the mysterious midnight intruder. The two events had been near together in point of time; but he could establish no other relation between them. Then it flashed upon his mind that the man-servant had been the person who had opened or closed his door, and visited his room; but he was sure he had seen a man near the grand entrance of the estate. He had been all around the house, and Walsh could not have escaped his observation. He had answered the bell, and admitted him after his search. He concluded that the servant was not the person who had disturbed his slumbers. 197 "If they are worthy, I shall certainly do the best I can for them," added Christy, gaping.