I Could Wish There Were A God,

It Was Her Brother,' Said Mr. Thornton To Himself. 'i Am Glad.i May Never See Her Again; But It Is Comfort-a Relief-to Know That Much. I Knew She Could Not Be Unmaidenly; And Yet I Yearned For Conviction. Now I Am Glad!' It Was A Little Golden Thread Running Through The Dark Web Of His Present Fortunes; Which Were Growing Ever Gloomier And More Gloomy.

Waiting Is Far More Difficult Than Doing.

How Was It That He Haunted Her Imagination So Persistently? What Could It Be? Why Did She Care For What He Thought, In Spite Of All Her Pride In Spite Of Herself? She Believed That She Could Have Borne The Sense Of Almighty Displeasure, Because He Knew All, And Could Read Her Penitence, And Hear Her Cries For Help In Time To Come. But Mr.thornton-why Did She Tremble, And Hide Her Face In The Pillow? What Strong Feeling Had Overtaking Her At Last?

Out Of The Way! We Are In The Throes Of An Exceptional Emergency! This Is No Occassion For Sport- There Is Lace At Stake!" (ms. Pole)

Anticipation Was The Soul Of Enjoyment.