When I opened my eyes I met the sweet glance of a Sister of Charity.
"Blanche!" I stammered feebly.
"The same," she replied.
"You here ?" "Yes, dear; but hush! It's a long story.

You see, dear Terence, your grandfather married my great-aunt's sister, and your father again married my grandmother's niece, who, dying without a will, was, according to the French law--" "But I do not comprehend," I said.
"Of course not," said Blanche, with her old sweet smile; "you've had brain-fever; so go to sleep." I understood, however, that Blanche loved me; and I am now, dear reader, Sir Terence Sackville, K.C.B., and Lady Blanche is Lady Sackville.
SELINA SEDILIA.
BY MISS M.E.B--DD--N AND MRS.

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