He has suffered so--one can read it in every word," and Dinah's voice shook a little.
Perhaps it needed only that to bring Elizabeth's emotion to a culminating point, for to Dinah's surprise she suddenly knelt down and put her arms round her and the tears were running down her face.
"Oh, Die, stop! I cannot bear to hear you--it pains me so--it pains me all over!" "My darling Bet! Oh, you foolish, foolish Betty!" But Elizabeth was not to be soothed so easily.
"That is why I never mention his name.

I try to pretend sometimes that I do not see his handwriting.

Oh, Die," caressing her, "how can any woman be such an angel! It is not natural.

In your place, under your circumstances, I would never have seen him again." "Dear Elizabeth," returned Dinah quietly, but her face had grown very white, "you must surely remember that we never met--never thought of meeting--until dear Agnes herself brought us together.

Don't you recollect how sweetly she wrote and begged me to be their friend.