The hours of pleasure that I have passed with my mamma and sister, now grow painful to me.

Their sorrows are much; but mine is greater than theirs; for mine are mixed with guilt and infamy.' 'Have patience, my child,' cried I, 'and I hope things will yet be better.

Take some repose to-night, and to-morrow I'll carry you home to your mother and the rest of the family, from whom you will receive a kind reception.

Poor woman, this has gone to her heart: but she loves you still, Olivia, and will forget it..