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"It is weakness, dearest," said Rachel, "perhaps you th if you were quite still and listened to my uncle"

"Presently O Rachel! I like the sound of your voice; I aot you You suit him better than his wicked little sister ever did

You have been so kind to ht I should

have loved you so well, when I quizzed you I did use you ill then,

Rachel, but I think you won Alick by it just by force of contrast,"--she

was verging into the dreamy voice, and Rachel requested her to rest and

be silent

"It can't make any difference," said Bessie, "and I'll try to be quiet

and do all right, if you'll just let ain I do want

to knoho he is like I alad it is not he that was hurt Oh! I

did so want to have brought hiht, and she insisted on being lifted to see its

face, which she declared to reseain the , she fell into a fit of violent convulsive weeping, which ended in

a fainting fit, and this was a fearfully perceptible stage on her way to

the dark valley

She was, however, conscious when she revived, and sent for her uncle,

whoed to let her be laid in his churchyard, "near the