But she immediately sank on the ottoman again, and said in tones of suppressed agitation: "Then he has left poor Rosa.

How miserable she must be! She loved him so! O, how wrong it was for me to run away and leave her! And only to think how I have been enjoying myself, when she was there all alone, with her heart breaking! Can't we go to-morrow to look for her, dear Mamita ?" "In three days a vessel will sail for Marseilles," replied Mrs.
Delano.

"Our passage is taken; and Mr.and Mrs.Percival, who intended to return home soon, are kind enough to say they will go with us.

I wish they could accompany us to the South; but he is so well known as an Abolitionist that his presence would probably cause unpleasant interruptions and delays, and perhaps endanger his life." Flora seized her hand and kissed it, while tears were dropping fast upon it.

And at every turn of the conversation, she kept repeating, "How wrong it was for me to run away and leave her!" "No, my child," replied Mrs.Delano, "you did right in coming to me.
If you had stayed there, you would have made both her and yourself miserable, beside doing what was very wrong.