Believe me, I feel everything for you, an' nothing now for myself.

Whatever you do, I tell you that a harsh word or thought from me you will never have." Mave, while she spoke, did not shed a tear; nor was her calm, sweet voice indicative of any extraordinary emotion.

Sarah, who had been weeping until the other began to speak, now rose up, and approaching Mave, said-- "Go, Mave Sullivan--go out of this dangerous house; and you, Condy Dalton, heed not what she has said.

Mave Sullivan, I think I understand your words, an' they make me ashamed of myself, an' of the thoughts that have been troublin' me.

Oh, what am I when compared to you ?--nothing nothing." Mave had, on entering, deposited the little matters she had brought for their comfort, and Mary now came over, and placing her hand on her shoulder, said: "Sarah is right, dear Mave; for God's sake do not stay here.