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drawers to see that no article was left behind; and now having nothing more to do, I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing to-night, a new one opening to-morrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.
" Miss," said a servant who met me in the lobby, where I was wandering like a troubled spirit, " a person below wishes to see you."
" The carrier, no doubt," I thought, and ran downstairs without inquiry. I was passing the back-parlour or teachers ' sitting-room, the door of which was half open, to go to the kitchen, when some one ran out-
" It ' s her, I am sure!-- I could have told her anywhere!" cried the individual who stopped my progress and took my hand.
I looked: I saw a woman attired like a well-dressed servant, matronly, yet still young; very good-looking, with black hair and eyes, and lively complexion.
" Well, who is it?" she asked, in a voice and with a smile I half recognised; " you ' ve not quite forgotten me, I think, Miss Jane?"
In another second I was embracing and kissing her rapturously: " Bessie! Bessie! Bessie!" that was all I said; whereat she half laughed, half cried, and we both went into the parlour. By the fire stood a little fellow of three years old, in plaid frock and trousers.
" That is my little boy," said Bessie directly. " Then you are married, Bessie?"
" Yes; nearly five years since to Robert Leaven, the coachman; and I ' ve a little girl besides Bobby there, that I ' ve christened Jane."