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—_ toe, 176 3 A HEART’S BITTERNESS. When breakfast was over, Violet lay back in the big chair by the window, and Edna came and sat by her. | ‘‘ Violet, I am going to return to London by the one o’clock train. I shall see your husband, and he will come here for you, and take you home. Do not look so alarmed. He will come in kindness and good faith, and you will re- turn with him, and no one will ever know of this little truant expedition. He will be here on Monday. Until then, you will be safe and happy, and picking up strength here, with Kate and our good dame.” “Oh, Edna! I dislike to lose sight of you for one minute.” | | ‘Tt will only be for a little, my dear.” x ‘But you will be worn out! You traveled all last night, and you will go off without rest.” ‘‘ Happiness rests me—the happiness of finding you. I never get worn out when I am doing things for my friends,” laughed Edna. . And so the one o’clock train from Belper carried Edna Haviland back to London. CHAPTER XLI. ‘‘HBAR MY PRAYER, NORMAN!” Night had fallen over London, with Edna Ambrose, that fair maiden knight-errant arrived at Lady Burton’s resi- dence. Lord Keith who was pacing frantically up and down the library, heard the knock of the cabman, and rushed into the hall. He seized Edna’s hand and led her to the library, too anxious to utter a word, but his burning eyes read in her tranquil, cheerful face good news. “It is all right, Kenneth,” said Edna, clasping his hand, and her face shining with the reflex of that joy that is in heaven over penitent sinners. ‘‘ Violet is safe and only waits her husband’s going for her, to return to her home. Her running off was all the result of the deceitful counsel ofanenemy. She went ina paroxysm of grief, thinking you and I and your mother had deceived her. Now, all is well, and I hope for the very best, for her and her husband.” 3 . | _ “But he—what will he do, or say? I fear he will be in- clined to play the brute with the poor child.” GEomicbooks (E(@)