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The unseen force was drawing him fast to itself, now, and all the

tides and winds were setting straight and strong towards it. He

left his two letters with a trusty porter, to be delivered half

an hour before midnight, and no sooner; took horse for Dover; and

began his journey. "For the love of Heaven, of justice, of

generosity, of the honour of your noble name!" was the poor

prisoner's cry with which he strengthened his sinking heart, as

he left all that was dear on earth behind him, and floated away

for the Loadstone Rock.

The end of the second book.

Book the Third--the Track of a Storm

CHAPTER I. In Secret