I write this with the fellow-pen to yours, that you gave me when we went to Budmouth together.

Good-bye!--Ever your own sister, CHARLOTTE.' Paula had first read this through silently, and now in reading it a second time aloud to Somerset her voice faltered, and she wept outright.
'I had been expecting her to live with us always,' she said through her tears, 'and to think she should have decided to do this!' 'It is a pity certainly,' said Somerset gently.

'She was genuine, if anybody ever was; and simple as she was true.' 'I am the more sorry,' Paula presently resumed, 'because of a little plan I had been thinking of with regard to her.

You know that the pictures and curiosities of the castle are not included in the things I cannot touch, or impeach, or whatever it is.

They are our own to do what we like with.