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 She merely entreated, she said, to be allowed to travel in their suite, in any way, any capacity, as the lowest of attendants. She was so utterly reduced by this dreadful loss, that she must else beg her way on foot.

Harleigh hastened to execute this commission; but the moment he named it, Elinor called out, "Do, pray, Mr. Harleigh, tell me where you have been secreting your common sense?&mdash;Not that I mean to look for it!&mdash;'twould despoil me of all the dear freaks and vagaries that give zest to life!"

"Poor demoiselle!" cried Riley, throwing half a crown upon the table, "she shall not be without my mite, for old acquaintance sake."

"What! has she caught even you, Mr. Cynical Riley?" cried Elinor; "you, who take as much pleasure in lowering or mortifying your fellow-creatures, as Mr. Harleigh does in elevating, or relieving them?"

"Every one after his own fashion,