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HIS GRACE. 169 Burgess. There are plenty of much worse specimens whom I can understand and sympathize with better ; but possibly that is more my misfortune than my fault. In any case, I had nothing further to say to him which could be accounted worth my while to say or his to listen to; so presently he departed to take up his mission work, and if, after accompanying him to the door, I made a face at him behind his broad back, it will be conceded that I had a right to relieve my feel- ings by making a face at somebody. I showed a thoroughly amiable and contented face to Nora,.whom I hastened to rejoin. ‘So there is an end of that!”’ I observed. ‘I hope we sin never do a worse day’s work.” She smiled at me through the tears with which her eyes were dimmed. “I’m afraid it may turn out to have been a bad day’s work for you, Phil,’ she an- swered; “but, useless as I am, I-must at all events make some effort to earn my own living now. ‘The un- fortunate thing is that there are so very few occupations open to a partially educated woman. There’s nursing, and there’s the Post-office, and there’s art needlework ; I don’t know whether one could gain enough to pay for bread and butter by any of those employments at first; but I should think one might after a time. Do you suppose that Uncle John would give me house- room until I could see my way a little? He told me that if the worst came to the worst, I might write and ask him for shelter.” “The worst,” I remarked, “hasn’t yet come to the worst, inasmuch as I haven’t yet proclaimed my inten- tion of casting you adrift. I don’t know what I have done to justify you in assuming that I am an incarnate boo cS (E(0) im (eCo) AACE