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"Celia, dear, co her arht level and gave her little butterfly

kiss, while Dorothea encircled her with gentle arravely on each cheek in turn

"Don't sit up, Dodo, you are so pale to-night: go to bed soon," said

Celia, in a comfortable ithout any touch of pathos

"No, dear, I am very, very happy," said Dorothea, fervently

"So oes from

one extreme to the other"

The next day, at luncheon, the butler, handing so to Mr Brooke,

said, "Jonas is coht this letter"

Mr Brooke read the letter, and then, nodding toward Dorothea, said,

"Casaubon, my dear: he will be here to dinner; he didn't wait to write

more--didn't wait, you know"

It could not seeuest should be

announced to her sister beforehand, but, her eyes following the same

direction as her uncle's, she was struck with the peculiar effect of

the announce like the

reflection of a white sunlit wing had passed across her features,

ending in one of her rare blushes For the first tiht be so ht in bookish talk and her delight in

listening Hitherto she had classed the adly" and

learned acquaintance with the adly and learned Dorothea had never been tired of

listening to old Monsieur Liret when Celia's feet were as cold as

possible, and when it had really beco about Why then should her enthusiasm not extend to