Vashti's Fate — page 218: what you’re looking at

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ea I o _ . _ 7 Me fi- *.. yo. tee A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING. 213 Vashti looked, as they are wont to look, who look their last upon a dearest friend—looked till a mist of blessed tears gathered over her aching eyes, and she fell back upon her pillow weeping—weeping as she had never wept before. ‘*Thank God,” said Dr. Gracie to himself, as he went silently, and on tiptoe, from the room, to pace gently to and fro in the passage, and going now and then to Vashti’s door, to cautiously look at her. Returning from that sorrowful grave, Margery Gresham and Nora immediately sought news from Vashti. ‘«Saved,’”’ said the kind-hearted physician, meeting them, and Nora went, with his permission, in to see her sister. Margery did not offer to do so, but she was none the less thankful, that this blow had been averted. Vashti was saved, Dr. Gracie said, but it was long before she came out of her room. She was reluctant to leave it, apparently very much prostrated in body, mind, and heart, It was in vain that Nora pleaded : ‘‘Come out and walk with me under the trees, sister, | the air will do you good.” She only turned her head on the pillow away from Nora’s kind eyes, and put her loving hands away, with an almost impatient movement. | Meanwhile Frank, mending rapidly, when he once be- gan to mend, had been told of his sad bereavement, and bore it much better than they had hoped. He was soon down stairs again, owing his rapid convalescence, he said, and Dr. Gracie; too, to the attention of Professor Therpe, to whom he seemed to have taken a wonderful fancy. ‘<Supposing you go and see Vashti, professor,” Frank said to him, one day, as he came from a visit to his sister. **T belieye she needs society—something to distract her com Cc 900 cs nm oe