I am absolutely dependent on this stranger, who receives me for my father's sake." She put the letter-case back in the pocket of her cloak, and ended her little narrative as unaffectedly as she had begun it.

"Mine is a sad story, is it not ?" she said.
The voice of the nurse answered her suddenly and bitterly in these strange words: "There are sadder stories than yours.

There are thousands of miserable women who would ask for no greater blessing than to change places with you." Grace started.

"What can there possibly be to envy in such a lot as mine ?" "Your unblemished character, and your prospect of being established honorably in a respectable house." Grace turned in her chair, and looked wonderingly into the dim corner of the room.
"How strangely you say that!" she exclaimed.

There was no answer; the shadowy figure on the chest never moved.