putting her about in her ways you shall have a shelter in her house if you ll go to her dutiful and she ll you against folks as say harm of you when they ve no call and i told her i thought you couldn t bear to see nobody but me you was so beat down with trouble but she said t throw ill words at her there s them out o th be ready enough to do that but give her good advice an she must be ble it s wonder l o jane for i m sure she used to throw every thing i did wrong at if it was the wine as turned out bad or the too hot or it was oh mother said poor shrinking from the thought of all the contact her bruised mind would have to bear tell her i m very grateful i ll go to see her as soon as i can but i can t see any one just yet except dr i ve been to him he will advise me and help me to get some occupation i can t live with any one or be dependent on them tell aunt i must get my own bread but did you hear nothing of philip � philip have you never seen any one that has mentioned him no my dear but i ve been to s and i saw your uncle and he says they got her to listen to the letter and she to k notice o miss guest and asked questions and the doctor thinks she s on the turn to be better what a world this is � what trouble oh dear the law was the first beginning an it s gone from bad to worse all of a sudden just when the luck seemed on the turn this was the first that mrs had let slip to but old habit had been revived by the interview with sister my poor poor mother burst out cut to the heart with pity and and throwing her arms round her mother s neck i was naughty and troublesome to you and now you might have been happy if it hadn t been for me eh my dear said mrs leaning toward the warm young cheek i must put up wi my children � i shall never have no more and if they bring me bad luck i must be fond on it there s nothing else much to be fond on for my went long ago and you d got to be very good once i can t think how it s turned out the wrong way so still two or three more days passed and heard nothing of philip anxiety about him was becoming her trouble and she summoned courage at last to inquire about him of dr on his next visit to her he did not even know if philip was at home the elder was made moody by an of annoyance the disappointment in this young to whom apparently he was a � tim mill on the good deal attached had been followed close by the catastrophe to his son s hopes he had his feelings to them and mentioned this concession in st s and he was almost fierce in his when any one asked him a question about his son but philip could hardly have been ill or it would have been known through the in of the medical man it was probable that he was gone out of the town for a little while under this and her imagination began to live more and more persistently in what philip was enduring what did he about her at last bob brought her a letter without a post mark directed in a hand which she knew familiarly in the letters of her own name � a hand in which her name had been written long ago in a pocket which she possessed her mother was in the room and in violent agitation hurried up stairs that she might read the letter in solitude she read it with a throbbing brow � i believe in you � i know you never meant to deceive me � i know you tried to keep faith to me and to all i believed this before i had any other evidence of it than your own nature the night after i last parted from you i suffered i had seen what convinced me that you were no free that there was another whose presence had a power oyer you which mine never possessed but through all the suggestions � almost of rage and jealousy my mind made its way to belief in your i was sure that you meant to to me as you had said that you had rejected him that you struggled to him for s sake and for mine but i could see no issue that was not fatal for and that dread shut out the very thought of resignation i foresaw that he would not you and i then as i believe now that the strong attraction which drew you together mi y s ft js of your characters and belonged to that partial s tion of our nature which makes half the tragedy lot i have felt the of in your nature that i have continually felt the want of in his but perhaps i am wrong perhaps i feel about you as the artist does about the scene over which his soul has with love he would tremble to see it confided to other hands he would never that it could bear for another all the meaning and the beauty it bears for him i dared not trust myself to see you that morning i was filled with selfish passion i was shattered by a night of con the mill on thb delirium i told you long ago that i had never been 