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"She was here last night; and I expect to see her again to-day before she returns to Monksmoor with her father. Do you go back with them?"

the public-house doors, waiting for the expiration of the

"Then I remain in London, too."

the public-house doors, waiting for the expiration of the

The strong feeling that was in him had forced its way to expression at last. In happier days--when she had persistently refused to let him speak to her seriously--she would have been ready with a light-hearted reply. She was silent now. Mirabel pleaded with her not to misunderstand him, by an honest confession of his motives which presented him under a new aspect. The easy plausible man, who had hardly ever seemed to be in earnest before--meant, seriously meant, what he said now.

the public-house doors, waiting for the expiration of the

"May I try to explain myself?" he asked.

"Pray, don't suppose me capable," Mirabel said earnestly, "of presuming to pay you an idle compliment. I cannot think of you, alone and in trouble, without feeling anxiety which can only be relieved in one way--I must be near enough to hear of you, day by day. Not by repeating this visit! Unless you wish it, I will not again cross the threshold of your door. Mrs. Ellmother will tell me if your mind is more at ease; Mrs. Ellmother will tell me if there is any new trial of your fortitude. She needn't even mention that I have been speaking to her at the door; and she may be sure, and you may be sure, that I shall ask no inquisitive questions. I can feel for you in your misfortune, without wishing to know what that misfortune is. If I can ever be of the smallest use, think of me as your other servant. Say to Mrs. Ellmother, 'I want him'--and say no more."

Where is the woman who could have resisted such devotion as this--inspired, truly inspired, by herself? Emily's eyes softened as she answered him.

"You little know how your kindness touches me," she said.

"Don't speak of my kindness until you have put me to the proof," he interposed. "Can a friend (such a friend as I am, I mean) be of any use?"


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freedom from doubt and questioning. Baynes had urged her

India think at least as much about fashion as Londoners

I have written to him to-day. My letter will not cheer

‘Oct. 30.—Many many thanks, mine own sweet Sister,

then directed the ray of the little lamp toward the further

December, would feel exhaustingly warm. One needs to adapt

annas a day,—an anna being worth rather less than a penny.

the front verandah, and to pass along it till she reached

in finding any place to pitch our tents, for it was spring-tide,

to where the white-clad form lay peacefully on a charpai....

always tumbling down like a ninepin,—but I would prefer

‘But I must not write only of trials, love. If you could

composed. When we reached Lemuy we had much difficulty

‘May 15.—F. G., nice intelligent man. I was surprised

The criticism having been put forward, however needlessly,

yet thanked my sweet niece for the capital rug. I do so

could trust. To them he explained his plans and the rich

but I prefer doing a little stitching myself. I am not

was rejected at a fourth.... It is a strain upon the threefold

name for the School, which meant much to her. One cannot

good old blooms of northern Europe which My Dear had so

‘My dear Mrs. Gardiner,—Though June in the plains is

I knew that I was safe, as Batala has twelve entrances;

described to me by one who spent months at Batala, as,

at our arrival, and said one to the other, “This is the

not look unsuitable even for Missionary use. Very many

‘Sept. 16, 1891.—My own sweet Sister, I do confess

honorary and very steady worker in the Dispensary. I feel

To his host he explained that he was moving his safari

wand! A bibi expressed surprise to-day that a weak old

grumbler. I never in my life could stand a person running

remained her constant companion in the little Mission bungalow

big farm, evidently finding in the society of this rougher

‘I had a visit early this morning from a real servant

‘We are very quiet now; but in two or three weeks will

‘I have not yet heard whether dear Mr. Bateman has recovered.

slowly toward the north—he said nothing of the party

elder cross, not the younger. At first no seat was offered

utter one word, but by her looks tried to show me that

‘Aug 14, 1891.... I sat outside with Bibis, in front

nearly pure Indian inhabitants. They were much surprised

stair, heard “Buha band.”[127] However, I ventured

reading aloud, or playing games,—she had to go out into

tumbling once or twice a month to having any one always

bivouacked near us. They had no shelter during the rain.

after me and watching me. I have an ayah to attend to my

gay print, that will wash. I dare say that Miss Cockle

and speak of Christ. To-day, as I walked in the streets,

out to be lignite of little value, in the sandstone (probably

mornings and evenings; but to wear it all day, even in

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