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Rh and shrank from the imaginary picture of that gay temper and sparkling wit being turned against herself. And the next year was to be passed in all the gaiety of London! She was then to join in crowds—all the hurry, all the exertion of pleasure! To be subject to meeting Edward Lorraine, and perhaps his; but, even to herself, she did not finish the sentence. "Quiet, quiet," exclaimed she; "It is all I ask—not to be seen—not to be spoken to. Would to God I were with the only human being that ever loved me—in the grave!" The remembrance of her uncle again brought the tears to her eyes; her face was hidden in her hands; slowly the large drops fell through her slender fingers. Life knows such tears but once. At this moment the tones of music came upon the wind; at first faint, as if the soft notes had not yet travelled the air, but soon richly distinct in its swell and its softness. Emily had often before listened to that midnight hymn. By moonlight, the white walls and green cypresses were easily seen;—to-night, the dark outline of the little hill was rather fancied than visible. The sound was a sweet and familiar one to Emily; but in her present