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Come, child, Mr Flip is waiting ; besides, it's market-day, you know, and I mustn't stay any longer. Have the young woman down, tell her your mind, and send her packing.”

“Poor, poor wretched creature, where will she “

go ?”

Beyond the second milestone with Mr Flip.” Mr Transom spoke as if he wondered how his niece could possibly desire a better destination for the young woman.

“ Elizabeth Vandereck."

Mr Transom started at the sound of the voice, and when he looked at the direction whence it came, could scarcely keep himself from starting again at the sight of the prettiest face he had met for many a day-delicate as a flower, its cheek hectic, eyes flashing, lips trembling with passion.

Elizabeth dropped her work, folded her hands on her knee, and looked up at the intruder with serious absorbed eyes.

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my tears and

Elizabeth Vandereck,” began the new-comer, you are a good woman. You have God's light in your mind. When

you took me with His help from under the Shadow of Death, you knew me as a sister--one whom it was well for you to meet. When we were alone in the night, weeping over His words that you read to me in my hours of pain, did you

believe

my prayers less sincere than your own ? Do you dare, Elizabeth, with God's love in your bosom, and God's light in your mind—do you dare to

look into my face now, because the world points

, at me, and say, “Margaret Dawson, you were a hypocrite? When you expressed such holy hope of being gathered to His rest if

you

died then, you knew yourself to be accursed in His eyes.' Elizabeth Vandereck, do you dare say this ?”

Mr Transom's astonished eyes passed from Margaret's face to that of his niece.

He rather wondered, knowing the softness of her heart, to see that face so calm. He expected

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at least to find her crying. But only the slightest indication of a tear showed itself in Elizabeth's blue eyes, and there was even something approaching to a smile on her lips.

“Ah! she's none so soft, is 'Lizbeth,” he thought to himself; "she sees through the jade at last.”

“Sit down, Margaret," she said, calmly, putting a chair by the trembling, half-frantic girl.

Uncle,” she added, “ as you are late for market, we won't ask you to stay to breakfast this morning.”

Mr Transom stared at his niece, and his eyebrows knitted and bristled. Surely 'Lizbeth was not going to make a fool of herself after all !

“ 'Lizbeth,” said he, going close to her and speaking in an angry, suppressed voice, “I tell you plainly, unless this woman leaves

house instantly you may take the entire management of your affairs in your own hands, for I wash mine of them."

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That will be a great pity, uncle, as everybody says how well you manage them for me. But what must be, must be. We will talk of that another time. For the present, I must beg you to leave us, as my poor invalid has been much shaken, and needs quietness and peace, which she shall have while Elizabeth Vandereck

has the means to her hand."

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“And this is your parting with me, is it, ’Lizbeth? This is all you have to say to me?”

Mr Transom had one hand on the crown of his hat and the other on the door-latch.

Except this, uncle," said Elizabeth. You can tell Mr Flip he has lost a walk with the sweetest and noblest of women.'

As she turned back, Elizabeth met Margaret, who fell on her neck, and the two women kissed each other and underwent a species of hysteria before they could get their own breakfast or give the children theirs.

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CHAPTER IX.

THE MISSING VOICE IN THE CHOIR IS HEARD

ONCE MORE.

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For a week or so Elizabeth Vandereck's friendship filled and satisfied Margaret's heart; but by and by the old wound, so tenderly covered, but never healed, began to bleed again.

As they sat down to their cheerful little meals a trembling would seize poor Margaret's hands, tears would well

up

in her eyes. Why, sister, what now?” Elizabeth would say—she always called her by that name when Margaret seemed sad.

“Oh! mercy on me, 'Lizbeth! Where might I have been for what they care? Where might I have been but for you ? "

“Ah laws! this world ! if folks have nothing to fret 'em in the present, they must always go

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