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She prayed, with
tears, that he might have Christian patience granted Him from on high.
"Heart of stone! she shuns me," said Alfred, outside. He had seen her in
her bonnet.
Mrs. Dodd waited several days to see whether this annoyance would not die
of itself: waiting was her plan in most things. Finding he was not to be
tired out, she sent Sarah out to him with a note carefully sealed.

"Mr. Alfred Hardie,--Is it generous to confine my daughter to the
house?--Yours regretfully,
LUCY DODD."

A line came back instantly in pencil.

"Mrs. Dodd,--Is all the generosity and all the good faith to be on one
side?--Yours in despair,
ALFRED HARDIE."

Mrs. Dodd coloured faintly: the reproach pricked her, but did not move
her. She sat quietly down that moment, and wrote to a friend in London,
to look out for a furnished villa in a healthy part of the suburbs, with
immediate possession. "Circumstances," said she, "making it desirable we
should leave Barkington immediately, and for some months."

The Bosanquets gave a large party; Mrs. and Miss Dodd were there.


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