My anticipations, however, in this
direction were not destined to be fulfilled. On my next visit to
England I found my aunt prostrated by a paralytic attack, which
deprived her of the power of speech. She died soon afterward in
my arms, leaving me her sole heir. I searched anxiously among her
papers for some reference to the family mystery, but found no
clew to guide me. All my mother's letters to her sister at the
time of Caroline's illness and death had been destroyed.
CHAPTER III.
MORE years passed; my mother followed my aunt to the grave, and
still I was as far as ever from making any discoveries in
relation to Uncle George. Shortly after the period of this last
affliction my health gave way, and I departed, by my doctor's
advice, to try some baths in the south of France.
I traveled slowly to my destination, turning aside from the
direct road, and stopping wherever I pleased. One evening, when I
was not more than two or three days' journey from the baths to
which I was bound, I was struck by the picturesque situation of a
little town placed on the brow of a hill at some distance from
the main road, and resolved to have a nearer look at the place,
with a view to stopping there for the night, if it pleased me. I
found the principal inn clean and quiet--ordered my bed
there--and, after dinner, strolled out to look at the church.
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