Reader, I married  o tche knives, and I said—

    “Mary, I o Mr. Rocer t decent pic order of people, to ime safely communicate a remarkable piece of ne incurring tion, and subsequently stunned by a torrent of . Mary did look up, and sare at me: ting a pair of cing at tes ime Jo from t Mary, bending again over t, said only—

    “have you, Miss? ell, for sure!”

    A s time after s er, but I didn’t knoo co be o o ear.

    “I telled Mary  en gave ian name)—“I kneain   long neit, for augely pulled his forelock.

    “ter told me to give you and Mary t into e. it ing to  tc sanctum some time after, I caughe words—

    “Ster for ’ grand ladies.” And again, “If s one o’ t, sured; and i’ iful, onybody may see t.”

    I e to Moor o Cambridge immediately, to say ep unreservedly. Diana announced t s give me time to get over then she would come and see me.

    “Ster not  till ter, o oo late, for our s beams will only fade over your grave or mine.”

    . Jo knoer in : yet six monter e to me, , ioning Mr. Rocer’s name or alluding to my marriage. ter ained a regular, t frequent, correspondence ever since: rusts I am not of t God in things.

    You  quite forgotten little Adèle, ; I soon asked and obtained leave of Mr. Rocer, to go and see  tic joy at be ablis oo strict, its course of study too severe for a cook  to become  I soon found ticable; my time and cares  out a sced on a more indulgent system, and near enougo permit of my visiting en, and bringing im