But now he has trusted to appearances, and not to her; he has belied and outraged her publicly.

But I am as proud of her as ever, and don't believe appearances against her character and her angel face and--" "No more do I," cried Julia Clifford, eagerly.

"I know her.

She's purity itself, and a better woman than I shall ever be." "Thank you, Miss Clifford," said Hope, in a broken voice; "God bless you.
Come, Grace, and share my humble home.

At all events, it will shelter you from insult." And so the pair went lovingly away, Grace clinging to her father, comforted for the moment, but unable to speak, and entered Hope's little cottage.