Little did the thoughtless young man realize that this was his last
conversation with Mrs. Arnold, nor did the latter, as she called to
mind the fact that Hubert Tracy had, for the first time, addressed
her familiarly as "Eve,"--the name she bore in her father's home--
that it would also be the last. Oh, well, this is one of the many
lessons sent to teach us what we are, and what we should be:--,
"Let manhood think that death may come
When least it seemeth nigh;
And, though content with this bright home,
Yet be prepared to die."
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
CONFESSION AND RESOLUTION.
November's chilly blast moaned hoarsely around the heavy solid walls
of "Sunnybank," and the weird sound of the rustling leaves impressed
one with thoughts alike weird and melancholy.
Marguerite Verne sat in the library poring over some accounts.
Several letters lay beside her ready for mailing and as she glanced
occasionally at the outer door she is evidently awaiting some
person.
The suspense is of short duration. A bright cheerful face is soon at
her side.
"You dear old coz, have I kept you long waiting?"
"Only two minutes," said Marguerite glancing at her watch, then
hanging the pretty bauble within reach added, "Cousin Jennie I
believe you are equal to a time piece.
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