It was a stormy night for the flitting--thunder and lightning and wind and rain--but he went smiling and whispering, "There is a land of pure delight!" "The woman, poor soul, had a harder journey." "Who was she ?" "Susanna Dobson.

You remember the little woman that came from Leeds ?" "Yes.

Loom forty.

I hope she has not left a large family." "Nay, if there had been a big family, she would varry likely hev been at her loom today"-- then there were a few softly spoken words, and John walked forward, but he could not forget how singularly the empty loom had appealed to him on that last morning he had walked through the mill with Greenwood.

There are strange coincidences and links in events of which we know nothing at all--occult, untraceable altogether, material, yet having distinct influences not over matter but over some one mind or heart.
A little before closing time Greenwood said, "Julius Yorke will be spreading himself all over Hatton tonight.