Agnes . me pitiedand mourned by everybody, while Beatrice hadstill before her a trial which chilled her blood inher veins—a confession which perhaps mightmake her suitor turn back, and overshadow againin a moment the fair prospect that was shiningbefore her—although, certainly, it was not she whohad killed Walter, or done anything except whatwas for his true good and ultimate advantage. Such were the thoughts that occupied Beatriceafter she had done her penance to Walter^smother. And below Jack Charlton could notbut wonder in his mind whether in her grief itwould be any comfort to Agnes Trevel
Agnes . me pitiedand mourned by everybody, while Beatrice hadstill before her a trial which chilled her blood inher veins—a confession which perhaps mightmake her suitor turn back, and overshadow againin a moment the fair prospect that was shiningbefore her—although, certainly, it was not she whohad killed Walter, or done anything except whatwas for his true good and ultimate advantage. Such were the thoughts that occupied Beatriceafter she had done her penance to Walter^smother. And below Jack Charlton could notbut wonder in his mind whether in her grief itwould be any comfort to Agnes Trevelyan toknow that there was one in the world who wouldgladly stand by her in her trouble and consoleher with his love; and whether he had sufficientcourage, and confidence in himself and her. After the End. 311 to decide upon offering her tliat support andconsolation. And thus new thoughts of lifeawoke again in the house he had left^ whileyet the first dews were still falling upon Walter^slittle CHAPTER XX. Conclusion. EXT morning Mrs. Trevelvan ^enthome ^ith lier father. The AYind-holm folks^ though they had theirfanlts^ had hearts in their bosom,and a great many of the shops were partiallyslmt^ and many a wistful face looked from thewindoAvs as the blacksmith took his daughter toher own house. But no one saw Agnes, whohad sank back in a corner of the cab which con-veyed her from the railway, coyering her face,and not daring to look upon the world. It wasbright day, the sun shining, and the birds sing-ing, and the sweet air blowing on the Commonwith tliat breath of life and health which seemsfiesh enough to restore the feeblest. Butthese blessed circumstances of external life donothing but make the gloom harder for thosewho are in the yalley of the shadow of Death,Stanfield did not go in y»ith his daughter to her Conclusion. 313 clianged house. He had to go up the villageagain in his black dress, with his worn looks, tosee after the work which he had been neglecting
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