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a — ~— a! ra ee Sree me oN : MEANWHILE AT EVERLEIGH. ~— 151 tive and susceptible temperament, could not obey Leon and drop out of her mind all that it nearly broke her heart to think of. It seemed to her every time her aunt's heavy gray eyes fell upon her, that she, too, was constantly think- ing of the Everleigh doom. As she went in and out through the strange, shadowy corridors she could fancy she heard Margery Gresham's cold, yet tremulous tones repeat- ing the words that still haunted her, and, covering her ears in a frenzy of terror, she fled away, anywhere—to her mother’s room sometimes, often to her own, for Miss Dale frequented Mrs. Everleigh’s room very much, and between her and Nora rivers of antipathy flowed fathoms wide. ‘Nora could not have given, if she had tried, any very dis- tinctive reason why she so disliked this woman, but she “never approached her save when compelled by necessity. School-hours were spent mostly beneath her dictation, and were weary hours for this very reason. She heard from Leon occasionally—as often, indeed, as she could expect. rave, tender, true-hearted letters he wrote, bright and genial as himself; but strange to say, in her then depressed state of mind, as she turned from the glowing page, the shadows about her steps seemed to be- come thicker and darker from very contrast. She tried hard, in answering these letters, to write cheerfully ; but she was of too frank a nature to easily conceal her pain from so keen and kindly an eye as Leon’s. He felt with a _throb of sympathy every thread of suffering that filled the _woof of her young; so early stricken life, and he wrote on this subject brief, emphatic sentences that thrilled her to _ tenderly joyous tears while ee read, “There will come a time,” he wrote—‘‘there will come a time, my little Nora, when you will be so utterly miser- able and unhappy, when you feel yourself falling away into eee ma 4 ep ha eS x ra 9 eS 7 “A Len = iD — “ a a aS LPS eay ° bes, Shak hte pe eee _ Ce dee he ee ih «8 a ms a anes cP pone tT ~ 9 ev a ~ Foy = = . i ae . Fs e co ae > ‘ ‘ « = e 4 ii “ ~ ~ > e€om cbooks CO