Brockle  permit me to leave emple notice t so expect a ne ty about receiving her. Good-bye.”

    “Good-bye, Mr. Brockle; remember me to Mrs. and Miss Brockle, and to Augusta and ter Broug.”

    “I tle girl, itled t  part containing ‘An account of ty ced to false.’”

    it put into my  sewn in a cover, and ed.

    Mrs. Reed and I  alone: some minutes passed in silence; sc be at t time some six or seven and ty; s frame, square-srong-limbed, not tall, and, tout, not obese: s large face, t, moutly regular; under  eyebroitution ry rol;  times defied y and laug to scorn; s calculated to set off tire.

    Sitting on a loool, a fe containing to tention ed as to an appropriate enor of tion, , rainging in my mind; I  every ely as I  plainly, and a passion of resentment fomented nohin me.

    Mrs. Reed looked up from tled on mine,  time suspended ts.

    “Go out of turn to te. My look or somet ruck reme tation. I got up, I  to to to her.

    Speak I must: I rodden on severely, and must turn: but  strengto dart retaliation at my antagonist? I gat sentence—

    “I am not deceitful: if I  love you: I dislike you t of anybody in t Jo to your girl, Georgiana, for it is sells lies, and not I.”

    Mrs. Reed’s ill lay on ive: inued to dwell freezingly on mine.

    “ more o say?” sone in  of adult age to a child.

    t eye of  voice stirred every antipato foot, tement, I continued—

    “I am glad you are no relation of mine: I  again as long as I live. I o