A Heart's Bitterness — page 175: what you’re looking at

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A HEART’S BITTERNESS. 167 Adam has told me about the sweet young lady my lord mar- ried; and, indeed, my dear lady, I guessed as much as you were not happy, but I never dreamed it would come to that you should fly away by yourself, sick and miserable, with only what you carry in your hand. Surely, my lord is not so cruel to you as that?” | ‘““No, no. I see all, Magery;it is my own fault. I have _ been hasty, and foolish, and impatient. Oh, I have been wrong. I have thrown all away!” “*No,. no, my dearie!” said the old woman, soothingly. ‘“My lord will be most anxious for you, and for fear for the child——” ‘* But he does not know about that, nor did I.” ~ ‘“‘’Then, my lady dear, as soon as he hears of that he will be proud and kind, and never be a word angry for your running off. The hope of the little one will be your peace- making. No doubt you were a wee outof your head when you went.” ‘““No, no, I was not,” said Violet, seizing the hand of the old family retainer, and pouring out all her heart; ‘“but I was so wretched and lonely. My husband does not love me, and his words and looks hurt me; and I felt as if all my friends were forgetting me. And then, there was one—she seemed to be my friend—she kept urging me to go.” “The wicked sinner!” broke out Dame Magery Rogers. ‘-She had her own purpose in it, I’ll be bound.” “‘T’ve no doubt she did. She was as false as the rest. She promised to meet me, and she did not; she left me to be forlorn and lost, looking for:a place that never was; and she will put Norman against me.” ‘Hush, my dearie, don’t vex yourself. Nothing will put him against you, with a child looked for. ‘The Leighs are wonderful anxious for countenance, always.” : ‘“ Yes, Norman is very desirous of a son,” said Violet. «‘ And a son there will be,” said the dame, courageously. ‘‘Such a beauty as never was, I'll be bound.” But poor Violet must pour out her whole story. ‘It was not Lord Leigh alone, Magery, that drove me wild. It was—there was a lady—such a lovely girll had come to love her more than I had any one else in my life, but one; and she deceived me, in hername and her friend- ship, and all. If Edna Ambrose had not deceived me, I S) comireboo (eo)