Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 150: what you’re looking at

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r45 a ‘here oy a na 18 left her whole fortune to me?” “Yes, I know.” | hee te "= Pahtead not have been so; I was both meep ein and. sorry. It should have been yours—your separate, indepen- dent “estate. However, it will make no difference—it need _ make none; my interests and yours are one now. And, ~ Ki tella, of course, as you know nothing of housekeeping, < | a ; engage some competent person to take all that trouble of F your shoulders. I know a lady in New York—Mrs. Ham- on; she will acecpt the situation, I think. And- sees hat of her? Does she go with us? _ “T think not.” - #Ah well! it doesn’t matter. Mics. Hamilton i is quite com- = potent” He drew out his sean “Half-past eight. Have ee had supper?” | | e “No—I could not eat. ” ®, a to keep you company this first evening alone. Poor Helen! . ¥ Tam going to my room to pack up, and aiter, I have letters : “As ‘I leave. here at seven, it 1s not worth my while to retire. — You can tell Norah my plans, and be ready. to accompany me ‘ “2 A to | ew York when I return for you in two or three weeks. Mr . Garl, the lawyer, will supply you with whatever money - yot may want, meantime. And as you will probably be asleep ok: e morning, I had better say good-by now. Don’t distress 3 yourself, Essie, and don’t be lonely; the days will soon pass. xO od-night and 2ood- by! ad 3 . ‘= = He stooped and kissed her cheek as ae sat—such a cold, ea eless kiss—and then he was gone. nS Gone! and Estella was left alone, this first night. aie the > burial of her kind friend—alone in the silent and dreary ce: w She slip ed out of her air. dae on her vee » her face bs i ninher hands. _ tk ought. “Oh, Aunt Helen !—dearest, kindest auntie that . Oy eme! He goes and leaves me alone already ! Me She did not summon Norah. For hours she lay there 7 1e with her sorrow. Of all the troubles of the past, there ac a never been any to go to her heart like this. She loved his n man 2 with all cas R prmnuety Feue liye soul, and, now eee _“No more can I. Well, you had better ring “box Norab > : to write. St will probably be daylight before I get through. hy did he marry ‘me? why did he marry me2” sho. 4 Do 3 you know, Estella,” he said at last, “that Helen Mal- Sa ver > lived in this world—he does not love me; he never will © m Cone es " r By aoe ane ee “+ comicbooks ~_ 3 en Me oe 0 ¥ 5 eo)