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pent-up feelings, and reproaching Rose, not
only for her. folly in not complying with her
wish, but for her happiness and contentment,
which, while she envied, she affected to despise.

“You cannot make me believe that the high-
born and wealthy are what you represent,” said
her cousin. ‘ A class must not be condemned
because of an individual; and though I never
felt inclined to achieve rank, I honour many of
its possessors. It is the unsatisfied longing of
your own heart that has made you miserable,
dear Helen; and oh! let me entreat you, by
the remembrance of our early years, to suffer
yourself to enjoy what you possess.”

‘What I possess!” she répeated; “ the
dread and dislike of my husband’s relatives—
the reputation of ‘ she was very handsome’—a
broken constitution—nothing to lean upon or
love—a worn and weary heart!”

‘* You have a mine of happiness in your hus-
band’s affection.”

‘Not now,” she answered bitterly; ‘ not
now—not now.” And she was right.

The next day she left the farm, where peace
and prosperity dwelt together; despite herself,
it pained her to witness such happiness. It is
possible that the practical and practised theories
she had witnessed might have changed her, had
she not foolishly thought it too late. Her dis-
appointment had been great; from the adoption
of that child she had expected much of what,