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'Never! she couldn't' 'She did, Cytherea And she sent me a letter--a love-letter, you wrote to Mr Manston' 'A love-letter I wrote?' 'Yes, a love-letter--you could not meet him just then, you said you were sorry, but the eetful of realities' The strife of thought in the unhappy girl who listened to this distortion of hercould find no vent in words And then there followed the slow revelation in return, bringing with it all the misery of an explanation which comes too late The question whether Miss Aldclyffe were schemer or dupe was almost passed over by Cytherea, under the immediate oppressiveness of her despair in the sense that her position was irretrievable

Not so Springrove He saw through all the cunning half-ht lies--which had just been sufficient to turn the scale both with him and with her; and from the bottoht all this agony upon him and his Love But he could not addtoo much

The whole scheme she should never know

'I was indifferent to ed to proement with my cousin Adelaide by Miss Aldclyffe: now you are married I cannot tell you how, but it was on account offorbidden to think of you, what did I care about anything? My new thought that you still loved me was first raised by what e He said that although you were to be married on Old Christmas Day--that is to-ht you loved h forI could see you soe, hoping, but hardly daring to hope, that you ht be induced to marry e I saw idlers about the church, and the private gate leading to the House open I ran into the church by the small door and saw you come out of the vestry; I was too late I have now told you I was co, now I shall live content--or die content!' 'I aht to dread pauperishts were made sleepless; there was continually reiterated in my ears till I believed it-'"The world and its ways have a certain worth, And to press a point where these oppose Were a simple policy"