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in the proper exercise of the affections ; neither
could have described her particular feelings,
but an accurate observer could not fail to do so
for them. That night neither girl had courage
to speak to the other on the occurrences of the
past day, and yet each thought of nothing else.
They knelt down, side by side, as they had done
from infancy, repeating the usual prayers as
they had been accustomed to do. Helen’s
voice did not falter, but continued its unvaried
tone to the end: Rose (Helen thought) deliy-
ered the petition of “lead us not into tempta-
tion” with deeper feeling than usual ; and in-
_ stead of rising when Helen rose, and exchanging
with her the kiss of sisterly affection, Rose bu-
ried her face in her hands.; while her cousin,
seated opposite the small glass which stood on
their little dressing-table, commenced curling
her hair, as if that day, which had completed a
revolution in her way of thinking, had been as
smooth as all the other days of her short calen-
dar. The candle was extinguished, and Helen
slept profoundly. ‘The moon shone in brightly
through the latticed window, whose leaden
cross-bars chequered the sanded floor. Rose
looked earnestly upon the face of the sleeper,
and so bright it was, that she saw, or fancied
she saw, a smile of triumph curling on her lip.
She crept quietly out of bed, and leaned her
throbbing temples against the cool glass. How
deserted the long street of Abbeyweld appeared;