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THE T'S l>.\ I li<br />

Kose's room v, :s between her mo<strong>the</strong>r'* bedroom ami a large<br />

o:ie in which y.<br />

i her<br />

winter Drupes, This iveeplaele<br />

Struck \vitli p.iini'iil surprise,<br />

o .id on <strong>the</strong> threshold, dismayed and<br />

which met. her eyes, such a different one to what she had<br />

:ted.<br />

:i, which was wont, to be ly am! nicely ar-<br />

:. w:n all in dis<strong>or</strong>der. P<strong>or</strong>tions <strong>of</strong> a magnificent tr<br />

i<br />

much that I thought my eyes would be blindird<br />

tears. How odd<br />

"<br />

it is, dear aunt, that one is able to si<br />

many<br />

tears !<br />

"Po<strong>or</strong> child!" Mi^e .'Mede said. "At your age tears Mow<br />

and plentifully, <strong>the</strong> font is not dried up. Later in life<br />

we naffer' m<strong>or</strong>e, but we do not weep so much."<br />

" <strong>The</strong>n at last I had a good thought I tried to pray. I<br />

prayed very earnestly, and I think God heard me and had pity<br />

upon me, f<strong>or</strong> He made me fall asleep. Just now when I awoke<br />

and saw you, I thought f<strong>or</strong> an instant that my marriage was<br />

only a bad dream. But now it all comes back upon me, and I<br />

know it is irrevocable. I can never, never be happy again."<br />

Mise Mede had not interrupted Rose, in hopes that she would<br />

say something that wouid account f<strong>or</strong> her s<strong>or</strong>row and despair.<br />

But when her niece left <strong>of</strong>f speaking, she was as nu/zled as ever<br />

as to <strong>the</strong> cause <strong>of</strong> all this misery, and said with a sigh<br />

'<br />

Dear me, my child, what, a disappointment this is. I thought<br />

"<br />

you liked M cle V'edeiies?<br />

" "<br />

Oh Aunt Mede, I half him!<br />

'<br />

But what has he done my child, to make yon hate him?"<br />

"<br />

I feel an aversion to him, and a s<strong>or</strong>t <strong>of</strong> fear."<br />

" How very strange! You praised him so much that first day<br />

when you had seen him at La Pinede."<br />

'<br />

I praifce him : No,<br />

an <strong>the</strong> contrary. Whenever I have seen<br />

him I was struck with his gloomy, unpleasant countenance."<br />

Indeed your mo<strong>the</strong>r said M. Jacques was so pleasing "<br />

Good heavens' P.ose exclaimed; 'whom are yon talking<br />

<strong>of</strong>, AuntMede.'<br />

<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r one<br />

Don't you know it is M. Ge<strong>or</strong>ge I have married<br />

"<br />

<strong>the</strong> .' /'/.<<br />

Mise Mede was thunderstruck. M. Lescalles ingenious con-<br />

trivances had completely succeeded, <strong>The</strong> id

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