THE RUNAWAY. CHAPTER I. CLARICE CLAVERING-young, ardent, and happy -strolled alone, by twilight, among the shrubberies in her father's garden. Happy, though she did not know it,—all the happier because she did not know it, with her mind brim-full of those regrets and hopeless wishes which only the very young and the very happy can afford to entertain. "Oh, the dullness of life!" cried the young philosopher, casting up eyes full of light to the skies, with a glow on her cheeks and a smile on her lips. "Oh, the dullness of life!-will lessontime never come to an end? Oh that I might get up, read, play, walk,- do everything just A |