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have witnessed the warm kiss impressed upon
his name; to hear the murmured “ dear, dear
Edward!” Her heart had never for a moment
failed in its truth—never for an instant wavered.

That day week the cousins separated. “ You
must come to me when I return, Rose,” said
Helen—“ you must come and witness my tri-
umphs. My husband’s brother is very il]l—
cannot live long—but that is a secret. I trust
Ivers will make a figure in the lower, before
called to the upper house; if he does not, it
will break my heart. There, God bless you,
Rose; you have been very affectionate, very
sweet to me, but I do, I confess, envy you that
cheerful countenance—cheerful and calm. I
always think that contented people want mind
and feeling; but you do not, Rose. By the
way, how strangely Mr. disappeared ; I
thought you had clipped his wings. Well, next
season, perhaps. Of course, after this, you
will think no more of Edward.” Fortunately
for Rose, Helen expected no replies, and after
a few more words, as I have said, they parted.

In little more than three months, Rose Dillon
and Edward Lynne were married.