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IN THREE WOLUMES.
LADY EDITH continued to hear occasionally from Lady Stratharden, and every letter plunged her into a deeper gloom respecting Allan, which she did not attempt to conceal from Beatrice, so acutely a sharer in all her sorrow and suspense on his account. It was evident how severely the young girl felt a cessation of all intercourse with the only companion of her childhood, and the dearest object of her affections. Little as she had hoped that circumstances could admit of their union,-and she had schooled her mind into not even wishing it, still she had never contemplated a sudden termination to their brother-and-sister friendship, which involved a separation for time and eternity of every hope and of every feeling. Now she saw a dark gulf unexpectedly opened between them, that seemed widening every day, and many a tear, as well as many a prayer, testified in secret to the WOL. II. B