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CHAPTER VIII.

“It’s a decent match enough,” said old Mrs.
Myles to the rector when two years had elapsed,
and she had become reconciled to it. ‘* Of course
Rose never could have taken the same stand as
Helen, who has been a lady now more than a
year; though she’s a good, grateful girl, and
Edward very attentive—very attentive indeed—
and I must say more sothan I expected. He-
len, 1 mean my lady, you know, has, as she
says in her last letter, a great deal to do with
her money—of course she must have; and
so, sir, pray do not let any one in Abbeyweld
know that the little annuity is not continued —
regularly, I mean,”’ she added, while a certain
twitching of her features evinced how much she
felt, though she did not at the moment confess
it, the neglect of one she so dearly loved. Like
most talkative people, she frequently talked
away her sorrows; and, thinking she would be
better if she opened her heart, she recommenc-
ed, after wiping away a few natural tears: “ You
see, sir, Helen—I mean her ladyship—said she
would make,it up by-and-bye to me, and so she
ought, poor dear thing; for 1 sacrificed both
myself and her cousin Rose for her advance-
ment; and really I cannot tell how the money
goes with those great folk. Only think,” pro-

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