"Perhaps we may meet again.

God bless you!" Her voice was unsteady, her face pale, her eyes wet.

A lady came to the door and said, "Now, Rachel, we are waiting!" She dropped my hand and was gone.
"Who is she ?" I asked of Grace, as soon as we were together, "What relation is she to the Hills ?" "None whatever," said Grace; "only an adopted daughter.

There is some romantic story about her, I believe.

She went to Mrs.Hill as a companion first.