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           Mynextmorningwasdesultory.Ilookedaround,Ilentahandhereandthere,andaskedalotofquestions.

           Ithadbeenawretchednight.UntilIlaydownIhadnotfullyrealizedtheextenttowhich21hadcountedonfindingJosellaatTynsham.WearythoughIwasaftertheday’sjourney,Icouldnotsleep;Ilayawakeinthedarknessfeelingstrandedandplanless.SoconfidentlyhadIassumedthatshefindtheBeadleypattywouldbetherethattherebadbeennoreasontoconsideranyplanbeyondjoiningthem.ItnowcamehometomeforthefirsttimethatevenifIdidsucceedincatchingupwiththemIstillmightnotfindher.AsshehadlefttheWestminsterdistrictonlyashorttimebeforeIarrivedthereinsearchofher,shemustinanycasehavebeenwellbehindthemainparty.ObviouslythethingtodowastomakedetailedinquiriesregardingeveryonewhohadarrivedatTynshamduringtheprevioustwodays.

           ForthepresentImustassumethatshehadcomethisway.Itwasmyonlylead.Andthatmeantassumingalsothatshebadgonebacktotheuniversityandhadfoundthechalkedaddress—whereasitwasquiteonthecardsthatshehadnotgonethereatall,but,sickenedbythewholething,hadtakenthequickestrouteoutofthereekingplacethatLondonhadnowbecome.

           ThethingIbadtofighthardestagainstadmittingwasthatshemighthavecaughtthedisease,whateveritwas,thathaddissolvedbothourgroups.IwouldnotconsiderthepossibilityofthatuntilIhadto.