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The White Witch. 103 drunk. He looked at Godfrey in disgust and astonishment on finding that the young man wanted him to do a bit of work at once. “On Sunday! Well, sir, I never should have thought as—” ‘‘ Where’s Ben?” interposed Godfrey.” Ben was the blacksmith’s eldest son, and he was watching a dog- fight near by. Are you too good to work on Sunday?” asked Godfrey of Ben. ‘“‘ No, sir.” “Have you got a couple of iron bars, three feet four inches long, that you could put across a window ?” ““T have not got ’em ready, sir.” ‘Can you have them ready, and put them up this evening?” em oir,” *‘ All right. Come up tothe Abbey and ask for me. Say nothing to anybody.” Godfrey walked home to dinner. Mrs. Mayne had come down- stairs for it. ‘Towards its close Mrs. Mayne spoke of the Sisterhood which Mary had proposed to join when she first came to the Abbey. This question had been again mooted within the past few days, and a letter which had come addressed to Mary on this same morning was understood to have reference to it. * She shall do nothing of the kind,” said Mr. Mayne irritably, in answer to his wife’s remark. ‘‘ Where do you say this place is—?” ** At Kensington,” said Mary. “Kensington!” echoed Mr. Mayne. ‘“ Why I thought you said, Laura, it was at * “Only a branch of it is at Kensington; not the one Mary will go to, I think,” timidly interposed his wife, with a curlous warning glance at Mary. “And pray, Mary, what duties do you expect to have to per- form ?” he went on. ‘I must visit the sick and the poor, I suppose, and—but I shall} know more about it when I get there,” replied Mary, nervously. “Well, then, my dear, I tell you that you shall wot go,” he repeated. ‘I absolutely forbid it. You need nursing yourself, and have done for the last week, and this anxiety to go away is nothing but the feverish restlessness arising from ill-health. You have every comfort at the Abbey, child, and when you know how much your leaving it would hurt and annoy me, I should have to think you not only silly but ungrateful.” He spoke in a deeply-wounded tone. Mary was crying. ‘I don’t want to go away; but I’ve promised, and I must,” said she, in a voice that went to Godfrey’s heart. “There is no ‘must’ in the case,” answered Mr. Mayne. “I say you shall not when your mother is ill, and wants you, too!” “Then let mamma decide for me,” said the girl quickly, EORNIELOOKS, (EC)