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of his time at Burton; to Burton therefore he went,
but without explaining his intention to his daughter,
determined to have an interview, and to drag pity
and justice from him. Marianne, knowing her father's
unsuccess, doubted in her own mind if he had gone
wisely to work. She could not conceive her brother
to be the harsh, proud, cold-hearted being that her
father had found him. Her father had forbidden her
interfering, but now, however, she was resolved to
make the attempt upon her own responsibility, and
her good, hopeful heart said that she would succeed.

She was still dressed in the black stuff frock, little
black cloak, and chip bonnet, but when she went.
tripping down stairs, and through Mrs. Cope’s room,
that good woman thought she had never seen her look
so gay and lovely. “ What in the world has the young
creature in hand,” said she, as she looked down the
street after her, “* she is a good angel, bless her little
heart! that she is!”

Down the street went Marianne, and across the
next, right up to the smart chemist’s shop, where
stood Reynolds, looking very gay and smart too, while
two apprentices and old Mr. Isaacs were attending to
customers, Reynolds, like Mrs. Cope, thoyght that
he had never seen Marianne look so charming before,
—there was a half-timid, half-trustful, and most
peculiar expression, so good, so kind, yet so modest,
in her face, as she looked at him, and asked for two-
_ pennyworth of Indian rubber. He flew behind the
counter, took out a drawer, picked out the very
nicest pieces, all square and smooth, and every one of
them sixpence a piece.

“Ts this two-pence?” asked she, taking up the
very largest and nicest.