Perhaps I have dwelt too long already on the little story of our parting
from home? I can only say, in excuse, that my heart is full of it; and
what is not in my heart my pen won't write.
"We have been so short a time in our new abode that I have nothing more
to tell you--except that Miss Garth's sister has received us with the
heartiest kindness. She considerately leaves us to ourselves, until we
are fitter than we are now to think of our future plans, and to arrange
as we best can for earning our own living. The house is so large, and
the position of our rooms has been so thoughtfully chosen, that I should
hardly know--except when I hear the laughing of the younger girls in the
garden--that we were living in a school.
"With kindest and best wishes from Miss Garth and my sister, believe me,
dear Mr. Pendril, gratefully yours,
"NORAH VANSTONE."
II.
_From Miss Garth to Mr. Pendril._
"Westmoreland House, Kensington,
"September 23d, 1846.
"MY DEAR SIR--I write these lines in such misery of mind as no words can
describe. Magdalen has deserted us. At an early hour this morning she
secretly left the house, and she has not been heard of since.
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