ted it o grory garden. Mrs. Fairfax found you to train it; but no it is timate offspring of a Frencly of your post and protégée: you o me some day ice t you  you beg me to look out for a new governess, amp;c.—Eh?”

    “No: Adèle is not anss or yours: I  I kno of a e o a lonely little orpowards her as a friend?”

    “O is t in  go in nooo: it darkens.”

    But I stayed out a fees longer —ran a race tledore and stlecock.  in, and I  and coat, I took  o prattle as s rebuking even some little freedoms and trivialities into o stray o appreciate all t most. I sougenance and features a likeness to Mr. Rocer, but found none: no trait, no turn of expression announced relations y: if s o resemble  more of her.

    It  till after I o my o I steadily revieale Mr. Rocer old me. As  all extraordinary in tance of tive itself: a reaco ters enoug, in society; but trange in tion  contentment of s environs. I meditated ; but gradually quitting it, as I found it for t inexplicable, I turned to tion of my master’s manner to myself. t fit to repose in me seemed a tribute to my discretion: I regarded and accepted it as sucment o t. I never seemed in  take fits of ceur: edly, ter seemed ion to y of reception t made me feel I really possessed to amuse  t as muc.

    I, indeed, talked comparatively little, but I alk  o be communicative; o open to a mind unacquainted s scenes and  mean its corrupt scenes and  sucerest from t scale on range novelty by ures rayed, and folloartled or troubl