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days I shall be down at Exeter. If you write to him, or see him before
I do, you must tell him he must trust in his lawyer, and have no
reservation, or I shall not be able to do him so much service. Allow me
to ask you have you any relations in Yorkshire?"

"No, sir, none."

"And yet the name and Christian name are exactly the same. It's an odd
coincidence! They, however, changed their name, when they came into the
property."

"Changed the name of Rushbrook, sir!" said Mary, who now thought that
she had a clue to Joey's parents.

"Yes, changed it to Austin; they live now in Dorsetshire. I mention it
because, if interest is required for your brother, and he could prove
any relationship, it might be valuable. But, bless me! what is the
matter? Smithers," cried Mr Trevor, as he ran and supported Mary,
"some water! quick! the girl has fainted!"

It was surprise at this astounding intelligence, her regard for Mrs
Austin, and the light now thrown upon the interest she had shown for our
hero, and the conviction of what must be her suffering, which had
overcome the poor girl. In a short time she recovered.

"I thank you, sir, but I have suffered so much anxiety about my poor
brother," said Mary, faltering, and almost gasping for breath.

"He cannot be a very bad boy, since you are so fond of him," said Mr
Trevor.

"No, indeed; I wish I was half as good," murmured Mary.

"I will do all I possibly can, and that immediately; indeed, as soon as
I have the documents, and have perused them, I will go to your brother a
day sooner than I intended. Do you feel yourself well enough to go now?
If you do, my clerk shall procure you a coach. Do you stay in London?
If so, you must leave your address."

Mary replied that she intended to set off to Exeter that evening by the
mail, and would meet him there.

Mr Trevor handed her out, put her into the coach, and she ordered the
man to drive to the inn where she was stopping. Mary's senses were
quite bewildered. It was late, and the mail was to start in an hour or
two. She secured her place, and during her long journey she hardly knew
how time passed away. On her arrival, in the morning, she hastened to
the prison. She was received kindly, as before, by the gaoler and his
wife, and then attended the turnkey into Joey's cell. As soon as the
door was closed she threw herself down on the bedstead, and wept
bitterly, quite heedless of our hero's remonstrance or attempt