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THE BARONET’S FAMILY. Gwenthlean in his arms, leapt from the boat, and, with unsteady steps, tottered across the waters, scarcely strong enough to support the burden he bore.
There were innumerable figures on the beach waiting to receive the rescued. Lady Llewellen and Clare, Mr. Grant, Colonel Llewellen, Lord Hastings, the miller, Miriam, and sailors and peasants, of all ages. Many ran towards them-Mr. Grant outstripped the rest, and reaching Gwenthlean and her supporter, exclaimed, in a voice scarcely audible from agitation,
“Give her to me. Does she live? Gwenthlean speak-Give her to me.”
• Never!" cried the stranger, and rushed past him with invigorated steps.
Another cloud passed over the moon.
Gwenthlean awoke from her temporary insensibility.
“ Are they saved ?" she murmured.
Thank God,” she ejaculated ; “ but
I can walk. Where am I? - with whom?"
“With a friend," replied the stranger. “Fear nothing," and he pressed her yet more closely in his arms.
Gwenthlean gave a faint cry, and her head sunk back upon the stranger's shoulder. She had recognised that low, deep, agitated voice, and fainted. It was Herbert who sustained her-It was Herbert who pressed his lips to her pale face, and rushing forward, placed her in her mother's arms - It was Herbert. who again assisted that mother to convey her to the cottage, and having laid her, senseless, on the sofa, turned aside to control his feelings. It was no moment, then, to discover himself. There were others who needed his assistance; but he had scarcely strength to render it.
He mingled with the crowd who were beginning to throng the passage and rooms, and stood as a stranger in the old familiar places. He watched them carry Gwenthlean and the other female to bed. He saw Lady Llewellen and Clare, whom he recognised as the Signorina Sforza of Italy, follow them to their apartment. To his astonishment, he beheld his friend, Lord Hastings ; his enemy, Mr. Grant ; his acquaintance of the robber's cave, Colonel Llewellen-all apparently domesticated at the cottage. There were Miriam, Walter, Morgan, the miller, and fifty other wellknown faces; but no one recognised him. Was he then so altered, or were they so engrossed with others as to pass him by unnoticed ? It was a strange, wild welcome home, and all seemed changed. Where was his grandfather ? Did he still live-and was he hale and venerable as of old ? Were the troubled thoughts that pressed upon him, forerunners of realityand, was Mr. Grant the lover, or, perhaps, the husband of Gwenthlean ?
He rushed out into the air, and joined. his fellow passengers—some of whom · were preparing to follow the kind-hearted
miller to his hospitable abode. There, too, was David, the harper, pressing others to his little dwelling ; whilst the Captain and the few more respectable passengers, were taken at once to Mr. Grant's, who, as soon as he heard that Gwenthlean had revived, went after them, accompanied by Lord Hastings and Colonel Llewellen. Herbert contrived to evade the different parties ; but listened eagerly to the conversation that was going on, by which he learned that he and the ship's crew owed their preservation to Gwenthlean. From his heart he blessed her; but prayed that he might not yet wish that he had perished in the waters. When they were all dispersed to their different resting-places, and the cottage had resumed its customary quiet, he knocked gently at the door. Nobody answered, and fearing to disturb the jaded inmates of the bed-rooms, who he hoped were sleeping, he lifted the latch, and entered the passage. He peeped into the little drawing-room-it was empty; but every thing looked as of old. The diningroom was also empty. He proceeded to the kitchen, where he heard well-known voices in high conversation. He tapped at the door, and Miriam uttered an authoritative « Come in." He paused, to consider whether it would be right to alarm the honest trio within, when « Who's there ?" sounded from the gruff voice of Walter the clerk. Herbert opened the door, and went into the kitchen, closing the door immediately, lest the household should be disturbed. A loud scream from Miriam was the first indication given of his being recognised. He put his finger on his lips, in token of silence, and walked towards the table at which Miriam, Walter, and Morgan, were sitting, regaling themselves with Welsh ale and bread and cheese. He was about to say, “Don't you know me,” when the trio simultaneously arose. Miriam rushed towards the door-but he seized her by the arm, and prevented her escape. Morgan, with a huge wedge of cheese