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"But, William, she was not to bla!" said Martha; "why, I feel as if I ought to go right up

and comfort her"

"No, no; it isn't necessary," Willia drew back, coldly, and sympathy wavered into common sense

"Well, perhaps it's just as well you should I'm afraid I couldn't

make her feel that she had no responsibility at all,--as you see about ht to have stopped Sao!--Unless perhaps she returned it?" Martha ended, in a tone that

er and

everything else when he ca parlor at the Stuffed

Aniht of you all day," he said, taking Helena's hand and

looking pitifully into her face It was strangely changed So

was stao, a

hurricane of anger had uprooted content and vanity and left confusion

behind it But there was no confusion now; it had cleared into terror

Williaave hi a little to one side, as if she