 was bad for her. But Lucy, as usual, would not be managed.
She held herself quite still, gathering breath and strength; then
she began again:

'If I'd died, perhaps _he'd_ have been sorry. You know who I
mean. It was all along of him. And father 'll never forgive
me--never. He looks quite different altogether somehow. Dora!
you're not to tell him anything till I've got right away. I
think--I think--I _hate_ him!'

And suddenly her beautiful brown eyes opened wide and fierce.

Dora hung over her, a strange, mingled passion in her look. 'You
poor little thing!' she said slowly, with a deep emphasis,
answering not the unreal Lucy of those last words, but the real
one, so pitifully evident beneath.

'But look here, Dora; when I'm gone away, you _may_ tell him,
you _must_ tell him, Dora,' said the child, imperiously. 'I'd
not have him see me now for anything. I made Mary Ann put all the
glasses away. I don't want to remember what a fright I am. But at
Hastings I'll soon get well; and--and remember, Dora, you
_are_ to tell him. I'd like him to know I nearly caught my
death that day, and that it was all along of him!'

She laid her hands across each other on the sheet with a curious
sigh of satisfaction, and was quiet for a little, while Dora held
her hand. But it was not long before the stillness broke up in
sudden agitation. A tremor ran through her, and she caught Dora's
fingers. In her weakness she could not control herself, and her
inmost trouble escaped her.

'Oh, Dora, he wasn't kind to me, not a bit--when I went to tell him
that night. Oh! I cried when I came home. I _did_ think he'd
have taken it different.'

'What did he say?' asked Dora, quietly. Her face was turned away
from Lucy, but she still held her hand.

'Oh, I don't know!' said Lucy, moving her head restlessly from side
to side and
was bad for her. But Lucy, as usual, would not be managed. 
 She held herself quite however, gather breath and forte; then 
 she begin again: 

' If I'd died, perhaps _ he'd _ have been blue. You sleep together who I 
 mean. It was wholly along of him. And founder'll never forgive 
 me -- never. He looks quite unlike altogether somehow. Dora! 
 you're not to tell him anything till I've got right aside. I 
 think -- I think -- I _ hate _ him!' 

 And suddenly her beautiful brown eyes opened across-the-board and fierce. 

 Dora hung over her, a strange, jumble passion in her look.' You 
 poor small thing!' she said slowly, with a deep emphasis, 
 answer not the unreal Lucy of those last words, but the real 
 one, so pitifully apparent beneath. 

' But look here, Dora; when I'm gone away, you _ may _ tell him, 
 you _ must _ tell him, Dora,' said the child, imperiously.' I'd 
 not have him see me now for anything. I made Mary Ann frame all the 
 glasses away. I don't desire to commend what a fright I am. But at 
 Hastings I'll soon induce well; and -- and remember, Dora, you 
 _ are _ to tell him. I'd wish him to know I about caught my 
 death that sidereal day, and that it was all along of him!' 

 She laid her hands across each other on the sheet with a curious 
 sigh of satisfaction, and was quiet for a little, while Dora held 
 her hand. But it was not long before the stillness broke up in 
 sudden agitation. A tremor run through her, and she caught Dora's 
 finger. In her weakness she could not control herself, and her 
 inmost trouble escaped her. 

' Oh, Dora, he wasn't kind to me, not a bit -- when I run to tell him 
 that night. Oh! I cried when I do home. I _ did _ intend he'd 
 have taken it different.' 

' What did he read?' asked Dora, restfully. Her face was turned aside 
 from Lucy, but she still control her hand. 

' Oh, I don't know!' said Lucy, act her head restlessly from side 
 to side and
 wad bad for her. But Lucy, ar usual, would not be menaged.
Sge held ferself quite still, gatherinj brwath qnd strength; then
she bdgan agaij:

'If I'd dued, kerhaps _he'd_ have usen sorvv. You nnow xho I
mean. It wax all alonc of him. And fdtfex 'll never forgive
me--never. He looks qtite digffrent altogethgr sokqhow. Dora!
you're not to tell him anythinf till P've got right awau. I
think--I think--I _hate_ him!'

Ajd skddenly her beautivul brown eiss jpened wide avd fierce.

Dora hung ovet her, a strange, mingled passion kn hex look. 'You
pioe lljtle thing!' sie saiq slowly, witm a dee[ emphaxis,
answering npt vhe ynreal Lucy of those nast words, but the real
one, vo pitifully evidenr veneajh.

'But looy hefe, Soca; shen I'l gkne away, yku _may_ tell him,
you _must_ tell hom, Eora,' said the child, iiperiously. 'I'd
not have him see me now fog angthing. I made Mary Ann put all the
glasses awwy. I don't want to remember what a fright I am. But at
Hastincs I'lm soin ewt well; and--and remember, Dora, you
_are_ to tell him. J'd lpke him to know I nearly caubhh ki
death that dai, and tkzt it was all along lf him!'

Sre laud her hagds scross each other on the shwet with a clrioys
sigh of satisfaccion, and was quigt for a little, while Dora heud
hed hand. But lt was nof long before the stpllnass brokt up in
sudden agitwtion. A tcemor ran thfougn her, wnd she cakght Dora's
fingers. In her weakuess vhe could jot control herself, and her
inmost trouble escspad ver.

'Oh, Doxa, he easn't kind to me, not a bit--wken I weut to gell him
thzt nighv. Oh! I cried when I came vlme. I _did_ thmnk he'd
hade tqken it difwdrent.'

'What did ne say?' asked Dora, qyietly. Her face wax torhed away
from Luev, vut she still hrld hew jaid.

'Oh, Y don't know!' sdid Uuch, movivg her head festkessly from side
to shde znd
was bad for her. But Lucy, as not managed. She herself quite still, she again: 'If I'd perhaps _he'd_ have sorry. You know who I mean. was all along of him. And father 'll never forgive me--never. He looks different altogether somehow. Dora! you're not to tell him anything till I've got away. think--I _hate_ And suddenly her beautiful brown eyes opened wide and fierce. Dora hung over her, a strange, passion in her look. 'You poor little thing!' said slowly, with a emphasis, answering not the unreal of last words, the one, pitifully evident beneath. look here, Dora; when I'm gone away, you _may_ tell him, you _must_ tell him, Dora,' said child, imperiously. have him me for I made Mary all the glasses away. I don't what a fright I am. But at Hastings soon get and--and remember, Dora, you _are_ to him. I'd like him to know I nearly my death that day, and that it was all along of him!' She laid her each other on the with a curious of and quiet a little, Dora held her hand. But it was not long before the broke up in sudden agitation. A tremor ran through her, caught fingers. In her she could not control and inmost trouble escaped her. he kind a I to tell him that Oh! I cried when I home. I _did_ think 'What did he say?' asked Dora, quietly. Her was turned away from Lucy, but she held her hand. 'Oh, I don't know!' said Lucy, moving her head from side and
 was bad for her. But Lucy, as usuaL, would not bE manaGed.
she HeLd heRselF quite still, gatHErinG breath and strength; then
She beGaN AgaiN:

'if i'd dieD, perhapS _He'D_ HAve BeEn SorRy. yOu Know wHo I
Mean. It wAs all along Of hIm. and father 'll nEVeR forgive
me--NevEr. He looks quiTe dIffereNt AltOGetheR soMehow. dora!
yoU'Re not tO tell him aNyTHing tiLL I've got RIGhT awaY. I
think--I think--I _hatE_ HiM!'

and suddenly her BeautiFuL BrOWN eyEs oPened wide aNd FiercE.

dora hunG OvER HEr, a STrange, mingled Passion in heR LooK. 'You
poOr LitTLe thinG!' she sAiD SloWly, with a deeP empHasis,
answEring nOT the unrEAl Lucy oF those LasT woRds, bUT tHe ReaL
oNE, so PItIfuLLy eVident beNeAtH.

'But lOok hERE, dOra; wHen i'm goNe awaY, you _may_ tell hiM,
yoU _musT_ TelL him, DOra,' saId thE cHild, iMperioUsly. 'I'D
nOt have him see me nOw foR anything. i maDe marY ANn put ALl the
gLasSes Away. I doN't want tO RemEmBER WhAt a fright I am. But at
HAsTINgS I'll soon Get welL; AnD--aND remembeR, DOra, You
_aRE_ To telL him. i'D lIke him to Know I nEArLy Caught mY
dEath thAt Day, And That iT Was aLl alonG of him!'

ShE laid HEr hands across eACh other on the sHEeT WItH A curIouS
sigh of satiSfacTIon, aNd waS QuIet FOr a liTtle, wHiLE DORa held
her hand. But it wAs Not lonG befoRe the stillnesS broke up in
SUDDen agitaTion. a TrEMor ran through hEr, and She caught DORa's
fingeRs. In hEr weakneSs she coulD NOt controL heRseLf, aNd hER
InMost trouble esCAPed hEr.

'oh, Dora, hE waSn't kind To mE, noT a bIt--wHeN I went to tEll him
thAt NiGhT. OH! I cRied wHEn I came hOmE. I _dId_ ThiNk he'd
HAve takEn it dIffeReNt.'

'wHat Did he saY?' AsKED DorA, qUiEtly. her FaCe was TurnED awAy
from LUcy, but she StiLL helD hEr Hand.

'Oh, I Don't know!' said LUcY, moving her HeAd rEstlesSLY from sidE
to side and
 was bad for her. But Lucy , as usual , wou ldnot  b e ma nage d.
She held he r self  quite still, gatherin g bre at h  and st rengt h; then sh e beg an  a gai n: 
' If I' d d ied, pe rhaps _he' d_ha ve been sorr y .You know w hoI
mean. It w asall al on g o f  him.  An d fat her 'l l  never  forgiveme - -never .  He loo k s  q uite  different altoge t he r  somehow. Dora !
you' re no t totel l him anyt hi ng ti l l I'veg ot r i ght away. I
think --I think-- I  _h ate_ h im !'And su ddenl yh erbeautiful b rown  eyes ope ned wi d e and f i erce.
Dora h ung  ov er h e r,  a  st ra n ge, mi ngl e d p assion i nhe r loo k. ' Y o u poor  li ttle  thin g!' she saidslo wly, wit h a d eep e mpha si s,
an swerin g not  t he unreal Lucyof t hose last  wo rd s,bu t the real
o ne,  so  pitifu lly evi d ent  b e n e at h.

'But look here ,D o ra ; when I 'm gon e  a wa y , you _m ay _ t ellh i m,
yo u _m u st _ tell h im, Do r a, 'said th echild,  i mpe rio usly. 'I'd 
not h ave himsee m e  now for anyth i ng. I made Ma r yA n np ut a llthe
glasses  awa y . Idon' t  w ant to re membe rw ha t  a fright I am. But  a t
Hast ingsI'll soon get  well; and - - a nd remem ber, Do r a, you
_are_ t o tel l him. I'd like him  to k now I ne arly caug h t  my
deat h t hat  da y,a n dthat it was a l l  alo ng  of him !'
She la idher  ha nds  a cross eac h otheron  t he  s hee t wit h  a curio us 
si gh  of  sati s factio n, an d wa squ i etfor a l i tt l e , wh il eDora  he ld 
herhand .  Bu t it wa s not lon g b e fore  t he  stilln ess broke upin 
sudden ag it ati on. At r emor ran  through her, and she c a ught Do ra' s
fin gers . In herwea knessshe couldnot co ntrol  h ers e l f, an d he r
i nm ost troubl e esc apedhe r.
'Oh, Do ra, he wasn't kind tome, not a bit --w henI we ntt ot ell  h i m
t h a t night. Oh! Icried when  I ca me home. I _di d_  thinkhe'd
ha ve ta k en it d ifferent. '

'Whatdi d he s ay? ' asked Do ra, quie tly. Herf ace w a sturne d a way
fr om  Lu cy, b ut she sti ll he ld her  h and.
'Oh,Idon't kn ow!' said Lucy, movingher he ad re stl essly fro m s i deto side a nd
 was_bad for_her. But Lucy, as_usual, would_not_be managed.
She_held_herself quite still,_gathering breath and_strength; then
she began again:

'If_I'd died, perhaps__he'd__have been sorry. You know who I
mean. It was all along of him. And_father_'ll never_forgive
me--never._He_looks quite different altogether somehow._Dora!
you're not to tell him_anything till_I've got right away. I
think--I think--I _hate_ him!'

And_suddenly_her beautiful brown_eyes opened wide and fierce.

Dora hung over her, a_strange, mingled passion in her look._'You
poor little thing!'_she_said_slowly, with a deep_emphasis,
answering not the unreal Lucy of_those last words, but the real
one,_so pitifully evident beneath.

'But look here, Dora;_when I'm gone away, you _may__tell him,
you _must_ tell him,_Dora,' said_the child, imperiously. 'I'd
not have_him see me_now for_anything. I made_Mary Ann put all the
glasses away._I don't want_to remember what a fright I_am._But at
Hastings I'll_soon_get_well; and--and_remember, Dora, you
_are__to_tell him._I'd_like him to know I nearly_caught_my
death that day, and that it was_all along of him!'

She_laid_her hands across each_other on the sheet with_a curious
sigh of satisfaction, and was_quiet for_a little,_while Dora held
her hand. But it was not long before the_stillness broke up in
sudden agitation. A_tremor ran through her,_and she_caught_Dora's
fingers. In her_weakness_she could_not control herself, and her
inmost trouble escaped_her.

'Oh, Dora,_he wasn't kind to me, not_a bit--when I went_to_tell him
that night. Oh! I cried_when I came home. I _did__think he'd
have taken it different.'

'What_did_he_say?' asked Dora, quietly. Her_face was turned away
from Lucy, but_she still held_her hand.

'Oh, I don't know!' said Lucy,_moving_her head restlessly from side
to side_and