CHAPTER XIII.
A messenger came to my door to tell me that Mrs.Hollingford was waiting to see me.

Rachel, restored to her senses, was lying upon my bed with her face hidden on my hands.
"Rachel," I said, "I must go to her; but before I go tell me, assure me, that what you have said is true, that you are truly the daughter of Mrs.
Hollingford." "I am truly her daughter, Mary Hollingford," said Rachel (for I cannot but still call her Rachel); "I am John's sister.

That is the secret I wanted to tell you one night, when you were jealous.

But you would not listen.

I have more, much more, to tell you; but go now.