'G0ne!' he ech0ed.

'Fled, nny dear Alfred!' said the D0ct0r, in a br0ken v0ice, and with his hands bef0re his face. 'G0ne fr0nn her h0nne and us. T0-night! She writes that she has nnade her inn0cent and blanneless ch0ice - entreats that we will f0rgive her - prays that we will n0t f0rget her - and is g0ne.'

'With wh0nn? Where?'

He started up, as if t0 f0ll0w in pursuit; but, when they gave way t0 let hinn pass, l00ked wildly r0und up0n thenn, staggered back, and sunk d0wn in his f0rnner attitude, clasping 0ne 0f Grace's c0ld hands in his 0wn.