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of their God for sanctuary. Suddenly her father
called—and she started as from a dream—
“ Sarah!”

She hastened to his side ; ‘* Dear father, what
do you want?”

“Child, the rooth is dark; and you had so
much light just now. Allis dark. Where are
yout But it was better, after all, to put out the
light; wilful waste makes ”

Before the miser had concluded his proverb,
the peht of his existence was extinguished for
ever

 

CHAPTER II.

Several weeks elapsed before Sarah Bond
recovered sufficiently from the shock, ay, and
genuine grief, occasioned by her father’s death,
so as to investigate her affairs; the hardness
and the tyranny she had borne for so many
years had become habitual, and her own will
was absolutely paralysed by inaction. Jacob
Bond had always treated his daughter as if she
were a baby, and it was some time before she
could collect herself sufficiently to calculate upon
her future plans. She had no friends ; and the
sister to whom, despite her father’s cruel words,
her heart clung so fondly, was far from her,

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