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284 BLACK SHEEP.this was the night yvhich was to have brought her,with utter despair for herself,rest.Rest of body,yvhich she hacl never so sorely needed, and hadnever felt so impossible of attainment.Her ironstrength and endurance yvere gone now. Heryy-hole frame ached, her nerves thrilled like thestrings of a musical instrument, a terrible interiordistraction and hurry came over her at intervals,and seemed to sweep away her consciousness ofreality- without deadening her sense of suffering.She did not now wonder whether she was goingmad; since she had known the very, very worstof her own fate, that fear had entirely left her.She wondered nowyvhether she yvas dying. Wondered,with some curiosity, but no fear ; wondered,with a vague feeling of the strangeness ofthe irruption of utter nothingness into such achaos of suffering ancl dread as life had become toher.There would be rest, but not the consciousnessofit; she would no more exist. Alittle whileago she would have shrunk from that, becauselove remained to her;but now — If she could butknow the worst, know the truth, knowthat hecouldnot be saved, or that he was safe, she would

STRONG AS DEATH.285not care how soon she ceased to be one of the factsof the universe. Site had never mattered much;she did not much matter now. But these thoughtscrossed her mind vaguely and rarely; for themost part it yvas abandoned to the tumultuousagony of her ignorance and suspense. Still noletter, no message. The time yvore on, andit wasnine o'clock yvhen Harriet heard a ring at thedoor, and aman's voice asking to seeMrs. Routh.It yvas not a voice she knew; and evenwhile sheeagerly hoped the man might have come to herfrom Routh, she trembled at the thought that hemMit be the bearer of a communication fromCTGeorge Dallas, for yvhose silence she had beenthankful, butunable to account.The man was a clerk from Mr. Lowther'soffice, and his " errand was to deliver to Mrs.Routh a letter, on very important business," hesaid, yvhich he had directions to give into her ownhands. He executed his commission, retiredpromptly-, ancl Harriet was left alone to find thesolution of all her doubts, the termination of allher suspense,in Jim Swain's letter.

STRONG AS DEATH.285not care how soon she ceased to be one of the factsof the universe. Site had never mattered much;she did not much matter now. But these thoughtscrossed her mind vaguely and rarely; for themost part it yvas abandoned to the tumultuousagony of her ignorance and suspense. Still noletter, no message. <strong>The</strong> time yvore on, andit wasnine o'clock yvhen Harriet heard a ring at thedoor, and aman's voice asking to seeMrs. Routh.It yvas not a voice she knew; and evenwhile sheeagerly hoped the man might have come to herfrom Routh, she trembled at the thought that hemMit be the bearer of a communication fromCTGeorge Dallas, for yvhose silence she had beenthankful, butunable to account.<strong>The</strong> man was a clerk from Mr. Lowther'soffice, and his " errand was to deliver to Mrs.Routh a letter, on very important business," hesaid, yvhich he had directions to give into her ownhands. He executed his commission, retiredpromptly-, ancl Harriet was left alone to find thesolution of all her doubts, the termination of allher suspense,in Jim Swain's letter.

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