The new Magdalen : a novel . to the Refuge. The door opened, and closed on her. Mercywas alone again in the room. Unforgiven by Horace, unforgiven by LadyJanet! She put her hands to her burninghead—and tried to think. Oh, for the coolair of the night! Oh, for the friendly shelterof the Refuge ! She could feel those sadlongings in her ; it was impossible to think. She ranor the bell—and shrank back the o instant she had done it. Had she any rightto take that liberty ? She ought to havethought of it before she rang. Habit—allhabit. How many hundreds of times she hadrung the bell at Mablethorpe H
The new Magdalen : a novel . to the Refuge. The door opened, and closed on her. Mercywas alone again in the room. Unforgiven by Horace, unforgiven by LadyJanet! She put her hands to her burninghead—and tried to think. Oh, for the coolair of the night! Oh, for the friendly shelterof the Refuge ! She could feel those sadlongings in her ; it was impossible to think. She ranor the bell—and shrank back the o instant she had done it. Had she any rightto take that liberty ? She ought to havethought of it before she rang. Habit—allhabit. How many hundreds of times she hadrung the bell at Mablethorpe House ! The servant came in. She amazed theman—she spoke to him so timidly : she evenapologised for troubling him ! I am sorry to disturb you. Will you beso kind as to say to the lady that I am readyfor her ? Sentence is Pronounced on Hei\ 243 Wait to give that message, said a voicebehind them, until you hear the bell rungagain. Mercy looked round in amazement. Julianhad returned to the library by the 16—2 CHAPTER THE TWENTY-NINTH. THE LAST TRIAL.
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