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Rachael

           

           ‘Thou’rtnotfearfo’;’hesaiditinalowvoice,astheywentoutatthedoor;‘toleavemealonewi’her!’

           Asshelookedathim,saying,‘Stephen?’hewentdownonhiskneebeforeher,onthepoormeanstairs,andputanendofhershawltohislips.

           ‘ThouartanAngel.Blessthee,blessthee!’

           ‘Iam,asIhavetoldthee,Stephen,thypoorfriend.Angelsarenotlikeme.Betweenthem,andaworkingwomanfu’offaults,thereisadeepgulfset.Mylittlesisterisamongthem,butsheischanged.’

           Sheraisedhereyesforamomentasshesaidthewords;andthentheyfellagain,inalltheirgentlenessandmildness,onhisface.

           ‘Thouchangestmefrombadtogood.Thoumak’stmehumblywishfo’tobemorelikethee,andfearfo’tolosetheewhenthislifeisower,anda’themuddleclearedawa’.Thou’rtanAngel;itmaybe,thouhastsavedmysoulalive!’

           Shelookedathim,onhiskneeatherfeet,withhershawlstillinhishand,andthereproofonherlipsdiedawaywhenshesawtheworkingofhisface.

           ‘Icoomhomedesp’rate.Icoomhomewi’outahope,andmadwi’thinkingthatwhenIsaidawordo’complaintIwasreckonedaunreasonableHand.ItoldtheeIhadhadafright.ItwerethePoison-bottleontable.Ineverhurtalivin’creetur;buthappenin’sosuddenlyupon’t,Ithowt,“HowcanIsaywhatImightha’donetomyseln,orher,orboth!”’

           Sheputhertwohandsonhismouth,withafaceofterror,tostophimfromsayingmore

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