Looking at her presently, I was surprised to see her face quivering, and great shining tears following one another swiftly and silently into her lap.
"Do not mind me," she said.

"I went to see a poor girl on the estate, who is dying.

Her mother was sitting at the head of her bed.

She told me the girl had never vexed her in her life." "And has that made you sad ?" asked I, thinking the girl was to be envied.
"Very sad," said Rachel; "sadder than I could tell." We were silent awhile, and then said Rachel: "It must have made her grow old before her time, that trouble." "Do you mean Mrs.Hollingford ?" said I.
"Yes," said Rachel.

"The grief, and the shame, and the blight." "There should be no shame, no blight for the innocent," I said.
"The world does not think so," said Rachel, with a stern cloud on her face.
"The world!" I said contemptuously.
She lifted her eyes from the fire to my face.