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him with feelings more worthy than those oftquickness of wit that overmastered her own, gratiﬁed vanity, but he scarcely addressed her i even when it baﬁied her wishes. in words, and he was entirely free from any of i As for Gillian, she blushed like a sudden dawn, those petty arts with which smaller men attempt t and, with unconscious grace, lifted the violets to ingratiate themselves into favor with a young i to her lips, casting a purple shadow over the

and beautiful woman. Indeed he was a man fartsmiles that hovered there. In her whole life above the usual level of society. 3 she had never received a gift which stirred her Perhaps the presence of Mrs. Ransom might E heart so pleasantly. She forgot aunt Hetty— have rendered his conduct, so far as she was the young man of the sidewalk—everything, in concerned, more reserved than was usual to him; the happy bewilderment that fell upon her. for he could not but remark how vigilantly her§ Mrs. Ransom went with her to the outer door, eyes followed his glances whenever they wan- t kissed her with a sweet tenderness of manner,

'dered toward the bright creature by her side. sand stood, with the young man at her side, There was something anxious and almost stern g while the carriage rolled away.

As it swept

in her manner, once or twice when she thus in- 5 round a curve of the road they caught a last tercepted his admiration, which he could not i glimpse of her, leaning back in the carriage and understand. holding the violets to her lips—the violets over At last Gillian arose to go; for, from the ﬁrst, ‘ which a soft, low sigh passed—giving and taking she had felt almost like an intruder. Mrs. Ran- perfume as the horses swept her away from the

som did not urge her stay, but arose and walked t spot that had been to her the paradise of on with her toward the door.

Woodworth smiled.

g hour.

He was too thorough a‘

“And who is she?" inquired Woodworth, as

man of society to be baﬁlcd in this way; and, z his eyes met those of Mrs. Ransom, which were seeing some wild ﬂowers on the table where Mrs. i all at once clouded with sadness.

Ransom had cast them down, he took up a few; “She is—she is an angel—a good, bright of the violets and handed them to Gillian, smil- i angel, that keeps me from wishing to die,” said ing half maliciously in Julia Ransom’s face, as ‘ Julia, and her sad eyes swam in tears.

he lifted his head from the profound inclination

“She must be to excite such emotions in a

that had accompanied the gift. Eheart like yours,” answered the young man; Mrs. Ransom frowned, but instantly a smile E and, with the tact born of perfect reﬁnement,

crossed her lip at being thus outgeneraled: for l he left; Julia to solitude. she was a woman to forgive, nay, admire, the? (TO BE cos'rmnno.) 1W”

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