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"Children, children, that's the wrong way," came Magdalen's voice from behind. "You must turn into that lane. Wait a moment." They waited till Mrs. Best's lagging steps allowed Magdalen to come up with them, but dead silence fell on them when Mrs. Best observed, "You were very merry." They could not speak of the cause.
If not a hypocrite or a vain man, he may find himself blushing at the thought de me fabula narratur. The only alteration that our satire on others may require is to change the name of the folly or fault we lash, and then the stripes will be merited by ourselves. The other day Temple and I listened to a discourse of the Rev. Dr. Waddell of St Magdalen's on the perils of novel-reading.
"DEAR MR. PENDRIL I write, as you kindly requested, to report how Norah is going on, and to tell you what changes I see for the better in the state of her mind on the subject of her sister. "I cannot say that she is becoming resigned to Magdalen's continued silence I know her faithful nature too well to say it.
It is only two years since you and I were left disinherited orphans and we are sharing our poor father's fortune between us, after all!" "Wait a little, Norah. Our shares come to us in very different ways." "Do they? Mine comes to me by my husband. Yours comes to you " She stopped confusedly, and changed color. "Forgive me, my own love!" she said, putting Magdalen's hand to her lips.
He left the parlor, and, after a little hesitation in the passage, stole upstairs and listened anxiously outside Magdalen's door. A dull sound of sobbing a sound stifled in her handkerchief, or stifled in the bed-clothes was all that caught his ear. He returned at once to the ground-floor, with some faint suspicion of the truth dawning on his mind at last.
He led his wife back into the sitting-room, and spoke to her with a forbearance which she had never yet experienced from him. "She has gone her way," he said, "and in another hour we shall have gone ours. Cry your cry out I don't deny she's worth crying for." Even then even when the dread of Magdalen's future was at its darkest in his mind the ruling habit of the man's life clung to him.
Ah, truly did our dear Lord writhe like a worm beneath the weight of his anguish and sufferings! Whilst Satan was pouring forth his accusations against Jesus, it was with difficulty that I could restrain my indignation, but when he spoke of the sale of Magdalen's property, I could no longer keep silence, and exclaimed: 'How canst thou reproach him with the sale of this property as with a crime?
THE morning of her husband's return to North Shingles was a morning memorable forever in the domestic calendar of Mrs. Wragge. She dated from that occasion the first announcement which reached her of Magdalen's marriage. It had been Mrs. Wragge's earthly lot to pass her life in a state of perpetual surprise.
Miss Garth was too heart-sick and hopeless to dwell on either question. She told Frank that Mr. Pendril had been expected at three o'clock, and sent him back with her thanks. Shortly after his departure, such anxieties on Magdalen's account as her mind was now able to feel were relieved by better news than her last night's experience had inclined her to hope for.
When she had first seen the child of the friend who in all the world had been most dear to her, she had promised herself that, for Magdalen's sake, she would take her home and bring her up as her own daughter; and she had kept her promise, but she had failed in making her happy.
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