Her health was established, her pensive beauty unimpaired.

Still was she the meek, unassuming, gentle girl she had long been; still to the eye of strangers somewhat cold and indifferent.

Her inward self was becoming every year more strengthened; she was resolved to use every effort to _suffer_, without the slightest portion of bitterness impregnating her sentiments towards her fellow-creatures, or the world in general.

Her lot she _knew_ was to _bear_; her duty she _felt_ was to _conceal_.
Ellen, on her return home, gave her cousin the letter which Emmeline had mentioned as having forwarded to her that morning.

It was fraught with interest, and the anxious eye of Mrs.Hamilton moved not from her daughter's countenance as she read.