And the merino sheep all died within the year.

But how many thousand times does a magpie cross us and nothing come of it?
Come, run away, my good girl, and don't keep them waiting." Jael obeyed, with a sigh.

She went back to her party--they were gone.
The carriage was just disappearing round a turn in the road.

She looked at it with amazement, and even with anger.

It seemed to her a brazen act of bad faith.
"I wouldn't have believed it of her," said she, and went back to the house, mortified and grieved.