Your mother, too, shares in the opprobrium attaching to her." "I dreaded this," replied Alizon, turning deadly pale, and trembling violently, "I feared you had heard the terrible report.

But oh, believe it not! My poor mother is erring enough, but she is not so bad as that.
Oh, believe it not!" "I will not believe it," said Dorothy, "since she is blessed with such a daughter as you.

But what I fear is that you--you so kind, so good, so beautiful--may come under the same ban." "I must run this risk also, in the good work I have appointed myself," replied Alizon.

"If I am ill thought of by men, I shall have the approval of my own conscience to uphold me.

Whatever betide, and whatever be said, do not you think ill of me, dear young lady." "Fear it not," returned Dorothy, earnestly.
While thus conversing, they gradually strayed away from the cherry-tree, and taking a winding path leading in that direction, entered the conventual church, about the middle of the south aisle.