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Mrs.Presty Changes Her Mind.
The two ladies were alone.
Widely as the lot in life of one differed from the lot in life of the other, they presented a contrast in personal appearance which was more remarkable still.

In the prime of life, tall and fair--the beauty of her delicate complexion and her brilliant blue eyes rivaled by the charm of a figure which had arrived at its mature perfection of development--Mrs.
Linley sat side by side with a frail little dark-eyed creature, thin and pale, whose wasted face bore patient witness to the three cruelest privations under which youth can suffer--want of fresh air, want of nourishment, and want of kindness.

The gentle mistress of the house wondered sadly if this lost child of misfortune was capable of seeing the brighter prospect before her that promised enjoyment of a happier life to come.
"I was afraid to disturb you while you were resting," Mrs.Linley said.
"Let me hope that my housekeeper has done what I might have done myself, if I had seen you when you arrived." "The housekeeper has been all that is good and kind to me, madam." "Don't call me 'madam'; it sounds so formal--call me 'Mrs.Linley.' You must not think of beginning to teach Kitty till you feel stronger and better.

I see but too plainly that you have not been happy.