As pure in thought and act as when I parted from you do I return; and now all I ask is to become again the occupant of that little chamber I once called my own; there to hide myself from all eyes--there to remain, forgotten by the gay circles in which I moved for a brief season." "Dear heart! will you not be quiet ?" said Mrs.Loring; laying her fingers once more upon her lips.
Mrs.Dexter sighed as her lashes drooped upon her cheeks.

Very still she lay after this, and as her aunt stood looking upon her white, shrunken face and hollow eyes, and noted the purple stain on her cheek and temple, tears of compassion filled her eyes, and tender pity softened all her feelings.
That night Jessie slept in her aunt's room.

Morning found her in a calmer state, and with less prostration of body than Mrs.Loring had feared would ensue.

She did not rise until late, but met her cousins while yet in bed, with a quiet warmth of manner that placed both them and herself at ease with one another, They bad been frightened witnesses of the exciting scenes in the parlor, when Mrs.Dexter twice confronted her husband and met his intimations of wrong with indignant denial.

Beyond this their mother had informed them that their cousin had left her home and might not again return to it.