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‘ed her faith in the temple of her own heart to

him—and as long as the plight was of value in
his eyes, it could not be withdrawn. How truly
did Edward Lynne feel that she indeed would
‘be a crown of glory to his old age, as well as
to his manhood’s prime ! :

The scene—for there are ‘* scenes” where-
ever human passion runs wild—ended by Mrs.
Myles working herself into the belief that she
was the most ill-used old lady in the British do-
minions. She commanded Edward from her
presence; and though Rose wept and knelt at —
her feet, she refgsed to be pacified, declaring
that if it had not been for the rheumatism, she
would herself act as nurse to Helen, and not
suffer so low-minded a creature as Rose Dillon
to look on the splendour of her cousin’s house.
What she thought of that splendour, an extract
from a letter—not the first or second—which
replied to those she had received from Edward,
will best tell:

‘‘T have seen a great deal to astonish—every
thing seems wonderful in London—only I wish
the people seemed more really happy. I have
been thinking that happiness is not a sudden
thing like joy; it is more quiet—it takes time to
be happy—and the people here have no time.
In the midst of the gayest party, they do nat
suficr themselves to enjoy it, but keep hurrying
on to the next. I remember when we were
children, Helen and I, we have sat an hour

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