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As Rachel knelt that day, the scales of self-conceit seeain Her bitter rehts of perplexity had been lulled in the long calain, even by this sudden sorrow, she woke to

her old trust and hope And when she listened to the expressive though

cal to the weary darkling

fishers on the shore of thehidden fro, oncethe vexed waters of her soul, and she could say with a

new thrill of recognition, "It is the Lord"

Once Mr Claretoo

h her tears, could not recover the passage

so as to prompt him before he had himself recalled the verse Perhaps a

sense of failure was always good for Rachel, but she was ies quite distressed Mr Clare

"Dear child, no one could be expected to keep the place when there was

so much to dwell on in the very comfort of the chapter And now if you

are not in haste, would you take me to the place that dear Bessie spoke

of, by the -tree I arave

uided hi the streah bank, and thecasting a

longshadow over it Her mind went back to the merry drive from

Avoncester, when she had first seen Elizabeth Keith, and had little

drea the spot for her