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  Man is born to trouble and disappointment as the sparks fly upwards 98 XXV.   Retrospection and recrimination 106 XXVI.   Squire Pendray gets on his stilts and views Lieut. Fowler from a lofty eminence 113 XXVII.   The step in the wrong direction 117 XXVIII.   By doing a little wrong, great good is accomplished in the end 122 XXIX.   Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Trenow indulge in a croom o' chat, while Cap'n Trenow gives some
  sage advice in another quarter 125 XXX.   The two sisters pierced through the heart 134 XXXI.   Out of Scylla and into Charybdis 139 XXXII.   Alrina's troubles are increased by an unexpected discovery 143 XXXIII.   Alrina visits a kind friend and makes a proposal 149 XXXIV.   Captain Courland's return and his wife's anxiety 154 XXXV.   The desperate plunge 159 XXXVI.   The broken reed 168 XXXVII.   Josiah's lonely midnight watch in the Conjuror's house 174 XXXVIII.   The Search 179 XXXIX.   The unexpected meeting and mysterious communication 184 XL.   Miss Pendray's singular accident 191 XLI.   Mysterious sounds are heard issuing out of the earth at midnight. The curious cottage on
  the heath 195 XLII.   The poor dumb girl's sudden resolve, and its consequences 202 XLIII.   The Confession 206 XLIV.   Mrs. Brown enjoys another croom o' chat with Mrs. Trenow, and receives an
  unexpected visitor 210 XLV.   An awful catastrophe 219 XLVI.   The dreaded interview 224 XLVII.   Mysteries explained 229 XLVIII.   A brilliant Cornish diamond discovered and placed in a golden casket 232 XLIX.   The wedding-bells 239

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CHAPTER I. MR. FREEMAN.

Very near the most westerly point of Great Britain, and not very far from the promontory called Cape Cornwall, you may see, as you glide along the coast in your pleasure-boat of a calm summer's evening, a pretty little fishing-cove, in shape like a horse-shoe,—the two extreme points being formed by the projecting rocks on either side of the entrance,—the interior, or curved part, immediately under the main land, having a beautiful beach of white sand, on which boats can land with safety, when piloted by those who know the coast outside; for the little cove is guarded by hidden rocks, and is as safe in rough weather against invasion by the uninitiated, as if it had been fortified by a range of well-appointed batteries. Above this beach the cliffs rise gradually, and various zigzag footpaths are formed by the constant tread of the sailors and others who frequent the cove in going to and coming from the main land.

About a mile inland is a village