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I know that It can never come to you, but something else may a sort of alleviation; something that is a little stronger than resignation, and many people think that it is love. It is not love; never believe that! But it is surely sent because so many women have to go through life without that which makes life worth living." "Hush, dear!" said Dora; and Mrs. Glynde paused as if to collect herself.

"Sister Cecilia," went on the elder lady, "seems to know all about it." It is useless to attempt concealment of the fact that at this juncture Dora Glynde made a face an honest schoolgirl behind-your-back Face indicative of supreme scorn for some person or persons unspecified.

In his calmly commanding way he had, months before, forbidden Dora Glynde to kiss Sister Cecilia, because that ostentatiously virtuous person was in the habit of kissing the maids when she met them; and he maintained that this Christian practice, if very estimable theoretically, was socially an insult either to the mistress or the maid.

"But," pursued Mrs. Glynde, with that courage which cometh with a red patch on either cheek, "I always thought these Indian regiments were meant for people who are badly off." The Rector gave a short laugh. "You are not so very far wrong, my dear," he admitted. "And no one can say that Jem is badly off. He will be very rich some day."

I do not say anything about the position and the wealth and such considerations, for they are not of much importance to a good woman." "After a great many years," said Dora, in that calm and judicial voice which fell like ice on her mother's heart, "I will see if he chooses to wait." "Yes, but " began Mrs. Glynde, but she did not go on.

"I have no reason," answered the Rector grimly, "to suppose that it is untrue." Mrs. Glynde was one of those unfortunate persons who seem only to have the power of aggravating at a crisis. In their way they are useful as serving to divert the mind; but they usually come in for more than their need of abuse.

There is no man harder to deceive than the innately good and conscientious man of the world who has tried to find good in human nature. "Poor boy!" sobbed the lady. "Dear Jem! I could not keep him at home." Thus proving herself a fool, and worse, before those wise eyes. When occasion demanded Mr. Glynde could wield a very strong silence stronger than he thought. He wielded it now, and Mrs.

They get all the hard knocks in small frontier wars and none of the half-pence. What the woman can have been thinking of, I don't know." Mrs. Glynde was anxiously glancing towards Dora, who was nicking the nose of a sportive kitten with the tassel of the tea-cosy. "And will he go to India?" she asked, with laudable mental grovellings in the mire of her own ignorance. "Course he will."

Good women those mistaken females who move in an atmosphere of ostentatious good works usually walk like this. Like this they enter the humble cot with a little soup and a lot of advice. Like this they smilingly step, where angels would fear to tread, upon feelings which they are incapable of understanding. Mrs. Glynde got quietly up and left the room.

"Of course," she said she had a habit of beginning her remarks with these two words "of course, we need not think of such questions yet. I am sure all I want is the happiness of the dear children." "Umph!" ejaculated Mr. Glynde, who was not always a model of politeness. "That, I am sure," continued Mrs. Agar, with a dabbing pocket-handkerchief, "is the dearest wish of us all."