I’ll be sworn!”

    I kneing my master again, even t o cease to be my master, and by t I o  ter (so at least I t) sucing  to taste but of ttered to stray and stranger birds like me, o feast genially.  o imply t it imported someto  . And  it were my home!

    leave tile, and I o ask to go by. I inquired soon if  been to London.

    “Yes; I suppose you found t out by second-sight.”

    “Mrs. Fairfax told me in a letter.”

    “And did s I  to do?”

    “Oh, yes, sir! Everybody knew your errand.”

    “You must see tell me if you don’t t  Mrs. Rocer exactly; and  trifle better adapted to matcernally. tell me no you give me a cer, or somet sort, to make me a handsome man?”

    “It  t, I added, “A loving eye is all to sucernness y.”

    Mr. Rocer imes read my unspoken ts o me incompre instance ook no notice of my abrupt vocal response; but  me ain smile  on rare occasions. o t too good for common purposes: it  over me now.

    “Pass, Janet,” said o cross tile: “go up ay your tle  at a friend’s threshold.”

    All I o do o obey o colloquise furt over tile  a  to leave —a force turned me round. I said—or somete of me—

    “ter, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.”

    I  t even aken me ried. Little Adèle  of being loved by your felloures, and feeling t your presence is an addition to t.

    I t evening s my eyes resolutely against ture: I stopped my cars against t