There is something so good about her, that you cannot be with her long without perceiving a real beauty in the play of her countenance." "No one can know her well, without loving her for the goodness of which you have just spoken," said Edwin.
"You are intimate with her ?" "Yes.

She has been long to me as a sister." There was a roughness in the voice of Florence as he said this.
"She passed without recognizing you," said Miss Linmore.
"So I observed." "And yet I noticed that she looked you in the face, though with a cold, stony, absent look.

It is strange! What can have happened to her ?" "I have observed a change in her for some time past," Florence ventured to say; "but nothing like this.

There is something wrong." When the time to part, with his companion came, Edwin Florence felt a sense of relief.

Weeks now passed without his seeing or hearing any thing from Edith.