Don't notice my handkerchief, please. It's such a very
little one! I had a nice lot of them once, with lace borders. They're
all gone now. Never mind! It will comfort me to unpack your Things.
You're very good to me. I like you. I say--you won't be angry, will you?
Give us a kiss."
Magdalen stooped over her with the frank grace and gentleness of past
days, and touched her faded cheek. "Let me do something harmless!" she
thought, with a pang at her heart--"oh let me do something innocent and
kind for the sake of old times!"
She felt her eyes moistening, and silently turned away.
That night no rest came to her. That night the roused forces of Good
and Evil fought their terrible fight for her soul--and left the strife
between them still in suspense when morning came. As the clock of York
Minster struck nine, she followed Mrs. Wragge to the chaise, and took
her seat by the captain's side. In a quarter of an hour more York was
in the distance, and the highroad lay bright and open before them in the
morning sunlight.
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