With one powerful effort she conquered herself, she forced back the scalding tears, the convulsive sob, and bending over Mary, pressed her trembling lips upon her pale brow.
"Let us speak no more of this, dearest Mary," she said, in a low calm voice.

"May God bless you for your intended kindness.

It is over now.
Forgive me, dearest Mary, I have agitated and disturbed you." "Nay, forgive me, my sweet Ellen.

It is I who have given you pain, and should ask your forgiveness.

I thought not of such utter hopelessness.