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352. THE COURT OF LONDON she rose from her chair, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him tenderly. “ You are a sweet, dear girl,’ said Theodore, straining her to his breast, “‘ and it is on account of you that I am un- happy. I feel that my position is worse than precarious, it is almost hopeless; and then, in the moments of my deepest despondency, I ask myself again and again what is to be- come of you. Methinks I shall take another name, conceal the fact that I have been unfortunate, and thus endeavour to get a situation.” “No, no, dearest brother,’’ said Ariadne, who was now standing by his side with her hand upon his shoulder, and she seemed like an angel watching over a denizen of earth, “you must practise no deception. Let us put our faith in Heaven. God will not desert us.”’ “ Ah! but am I deserving of God’s favour?” suddenly exclaimed Theodore, conscience-stricken by the sense of the unmitigated virulence and savage perseverance with which he had hunted a fellow creature to the scaffold. ‘“Why do you speak thus? ”’ asked his sister, now gazing down upon him as he remained seated in his chair while she continued standing by his side. ‘‘ Why do you speak thus, I ask?” For the beautiful girl was totally ignorant of the course which her brother had adopted toward Emmerson. ‘“ My dear sister,”’ he immediately said, giving an evasive reply, ‘‘ was I not criminal in wronging my employer even to the trifling amount in which I was a defaulter and not- withstanding the peculiar circumstances of the case? ”’ “Theodore,” she answered, the tears again streaming from her eyes, “‘ it was on my account you did that. Oh, I was the authoress of all your sufferings.”’ ‘Angel of purity that you are, accuse not yourself,’’ ejaculated Theodore, starting from his seat, and again em- bracing her affectionately. ‘‘ Come, dry your eyes; I must not see you weep. You know how [ love you.” “ Yes, and it is because you are such a dear, kind brother to me that God will not desert you,” said Ariadne. ‘Again I say, dry your eyes, look cheerful, smile upon me, and we will not yield to despondency. Let us go out for a walk together. I will devote the whole of this day to you, and to-morrow I will recommence my search after a situation. It is impossible but that I must sooner or later fall in with comiicooolks (©