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A Rescue and a Catastrophe

           

           "ItisI,Rawdon,"shesaidinatimidvoice,whichshestrovetorendercheerful."ItisJane."Rawdonwasquiteovercomebythatkindvoiceandpresence.Heranuptohercaughtherinhisarmsgaspedoutsomeinarticulatewordsofthanksandfairlysobbedonhershoulder.Shedidnotknowthecauseofhisemotion.

           ThebillsofMr.Mosswerequicklysettled,perhapstothedisappointmentofthatgentleman,whohadcountedonhavingtheColonelashisguestoverSundayatleast;andJane,withbeamingsmilesandhappinessinhereyes,carriedawayRawdonfromthebailiff’shouse,andtheywenthomewardsinthecabinwhichshehadhastenedtohisrelease."Pittwasgonetoaparliamentarydinner,"shesaid,"whenRawdon’snotecame,andso,dearRawdon,I—Icamemyself";andsheputherkindhandinhis.PerhapsitwaswellforRawdonCrawleythatPittwasawayatthatdinner.Rawdonthankedhissisterahundredtimes,andwithanardourofgratitudewhichtouchedandalmostalarmedthatsoft-heartedwoman."Oh,"saidhe,inhisrude,artlessway,"youyoudon’tknowhowI’mchangedsinceI’veknownyou,andandlittleRawdy.I—I’dliketochangesomehow.YouseeIwantIwanttobe—"Hedidnotfinishthesentence,butshecouldinterpretit.Andthatnightafterhelefther,andasshesatbyherownlittleboy’sbed,sheprayedhumblyforthatpoorway-wornsinner.

           Rawdonleftherandwalkedhomerapidly.Itwasnineo’clockatnight.

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