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it in her heart to deprive her cousin of the child’s
society, which seemed to interest and amuse her,
and the little creature performed so many acts
of affection and attention from the impulse of
her own kind nature, that Helen, unaccustomed
to that sort of devotion, found her twine around
her sympathies in a novel and extraordinary
manner; it was a new sensation, and she could
not account for itsinfluence. After a week had
passed, she was able to walk out, and met by
chance the old clergyman. He kissed the child,
and passed on with a bow, which, perhaps, had
more of bitterness in its civility than, strictly
speaking, befitted a Christian clergyman ; but
he thought of the neglect she had evinced to-
wards old Mrs. Myles, and if he had spoken, it
would have been to vent his displeasure, and
reprove the woman whose rank could not shield
her from his scorn. She proceeded towards
the churchyard. ‘Look, lady!’ said little
Rose ; ‘father put that stone over that grave to
please mother. The relation who is buried
there took care of my mother when she was a
Littler girl than I am now, and he told me to
strew flowers over the grave, which we do. See,
I can read it— Sacred to the Memory of Mrs.
Margaret Myles, who died the seventeenth of
June, eighteen hundred ’—and something.
I can hardly read figures yet, lady. ‘ This stone
was placed here by her grateful relatives, E. and
R. S..’ meaning Rose and Edward Lynne.”