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ng the door open still wider for his master; but the master could not face them all, with their curious eyes fixed upon him, and he turned and fled downstairs. Only two years since he had carried her away from her home in the quiet suburban cottage-poor Emma, who wanted to be married, and who had never loved him! Where was she now? Married only two years! What years! And now his remorse seemed almost greater than he could bear. He crossed the crowded road, heedless of the warning cries of the drivers, pushing his way across the stream; then he got into a deserted country close upon the bustle of the main thoroughfare (they call it Beaujon), where great walls run by lonel

ay, and the echo from under the great vault gave back their voices. A few listless people were standing about; a countryman spelling out by the dying lights the pompous lists of victories that had been carved into the stone-Jena, Marengo, Austerlitz. Chiller and more deathlike came the twilight creeping on: the great carved figures blew their trumpets, waved their stony laurels, of which the shadows changed so many times a day. He staggered to a bench; he said to himself, 'I should like this Arc to fall down upon my head and crush me. I am a devil, I am not a man. I killed her with neglect, with reproach, and suspicion! But for me she would have been alive now, smiling as when I first saw her. I will go away and never be heard of any more. Go away-how can I go from this curse? could Cain escape?' Then he began to see what was all round about him

ting, and were making little heaps of dust upon it. One of them looked into his face and saw him clench his hand, and the l

been to blame: but not to blame as he imagined in his mad remorse and despair. He had been careless and impatient, and hard upon her, as he was now hard up

paper. Sometimes she sent whole bouquets of faded flowers in them to the children, sometimes patterns for dresses to be returned. Henriette brought the evening's mail in with the lamp and the tea-tray, and put the whole concern down with a clatter of cups and saucers on the table before Lady Sarah. There was

ly asked at last. 'Is i

sed to come round about Dolly again. The log fire flamed, the clock ticked on. How still it was! the leaves of her book scraped as she turned them, and Rhoda stuck her silken stitches. The roll of the carriages was so far away that it s

!' said

starting up from her chair as Henriette appeared at t

she said. 'Persons had arrived that

so red that Dolly felt sure she must have been crying. Henriette told them that the gentleman was gone. 'Milady had been sent for before he left: she had lent him s

was that very day that Lady Sarah told Dolly that she had had some bad news-she had

terfere once more with my heart's longing to see her. Captain Palmer insists upon a cruel delay. I am not strong enough to travel round the C

they were ruined. She had forgotten it, in her disappointment, about her mother. 'Are we really ruined?' she said, more h

all have to be very careful, and keep fewer maids, and wear out

e should have had to go away and keep a shop, and that I should have worked

rms, and held her tight for a moment-quite tig

of sun-rays and flowers; inside the shop were glass globes and china pots, great white sprays of lilacs, lilies, violets, ferns, and hyacinths, and golden bells

here we are go

sniffing, with her face burie

raising her great round eyes. 'I know

carriage, and it rolled

and the sunlight streamed bright. Dolly cried out in admiration of the winding walks, shaded with early green, the flowers blooming, the tombs and the garlands, and the epitaphs, with their notes of exclamation. She began reading them out, and calling out so loudly, that her aunt had to tell her to be quiet. Then Dolly was silent for a little, but she could no

aunt had scattered the violets over a new-made grave, and li

aunt, as she stood straight and grey before her, to little Rhoda,

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hat young Mr. Raban from John Morgan's house and Emma from the cottage? When

arah; 'I did not suppose th

dding her head; 'but I thought

oda. I had forgotten all about them myself; I had other things on

Dolly's papa-

hastily, in her short voice. 'I was able to help him, foolish young ma

Rhoda was rather sorry to be dropped at home at the well-known door in Old Street, where she lived with her Aunt Morgan. Yes, it would open in a minute, and all her old life would beg