Chapter 27
THE PRODIGAL'S RETURN About ten o'clock the next morning, as Hypatia, worn out with sleepless sorrow, was trying to arrange her thoughts for the farewell lecture, her favourite maid announced that a messenger from Synesius waited below. A letter from Synesius? A gleam of hope flashed across her mind. From him, surely, might come something of comfort, of advice. Ah! if he only knew how sorely she was bested! 'Let him send up his letter.' 'He refuses to deliver it to any one but yourself. And I think,'-- added the damsel, who had, to tell the truth, at that moment in her purse a substantial reason for so thinking--'I think it might be worth your ladyship's while to see him.' Hypatia shook her head impatiently. 'He seems to know you well, madam, though he refuses to tell his name: but he
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