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THE SILENCE

OF

DEAN MAITLAND

A NOVEL

BY

MAXWELL GREY I passed]
Tuttiett, ideny vlerde, d./233

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HARVARD
UNIVERSITY

LIBRARY
FB : 19.2

Authorized edition.

THE SILENCE

OF

DEAN MAITLAND.

PART I.

"Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy sirups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.”

CHAPTER I.

The gray afternoon was wearing on to its chill close; the dark cope of immovable dun cloud overhead seemed to contract and grow closer to the silent world beneath it; and the steep, chalky hill, leading from the ancient village, with its hoary castle and church, up over the bleak, barren down, was a weary thing to climb.

The solitary traveler along that quiet road moved her limbs more slowly, and felt her breath coming more quickly and shortly, as she mounted higher and higher, and the gray Norman tower lessened and gradually sank out of sight behind her. But she toiled bravely on between the high tangled hedges, draped with great cartains of traveler's joy, now a mass of the silvery seed-feathers which the country children call “old man's beard,” and variegated with the deep-purple leaves of dogwood, the crimson of briony and roseberry, the gleaming black of privet, and the gold and orange reds of ivy hangings; and, though her pace slackened to a mere crawl, she did not pause till she reached the brow of the hill, where the hedges ceased, and the broad white high-road wound over the open

down. Here, where the inclosed land ended, was a five-barred gate in the wild hedgerow, and here the weary pedestrian, depositing the

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