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"Aunt Mode, don't cry. You will not grieve when I have told
you all i feel IIIH! lliink. When \ve belli lhoui:lit, on my wedding-day,
thai, I was bound fur life n> a facia, though \ve tried to
i he, best Of ii, thai wa< a. sorrow which Irul Miinell:
shame ill it,; anil then, though I wished to be good, I hail no idea,
1 did not understand, what you must know so well, Aunt, Mcde,
that tlii'i. of being good, which is uot the < oniinon
\vay.ainlthat
in il 'liended
by li T feelings, and looked up at the
skv with an \p;-cs-,ion in her face which revealed to Aunt Medc
vk of Divine: grace which bad taken place in that young
soid. She slowly took up the words Rose had uttered, aud
.said
" So strangely blended, ray child, that a heart broken with the
! human
sorrow may still know a happiness which is indeed
a foretaste of heaven. But tell me how you have learnt this
i secret?
By what means have you
discovered it? '
" Toiuette's words, aud what she said of all George had done
for h