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THE INTERRUPTED JOURNEY.
When the Tavern Knight left the gates of Marleigh Park behind him on that wild October night, he drove deep the rowels of his spurs, and set his horse at a perilous gallop along the road to Norwich.

The action was of instinct rather than of thought.

In the turbulent sea of his mind, one clear current there was, and one only--the knowledge that he was bound for London for news of this son of his whom Joseph told him lived.
He paused not even to speculate what manner of man his child was grown, nor yet what walk of life he had been reared to tread.

He lived: he was somewhere in the world; that for the time sufficed him.