ABSTRACT
The night passed sleepless. Mrs. Morley’s pillow was uneasy, because her mind wandered to that where disease and vexation fevered the brain of her imprudent sister. She rose as soon as the shops were opened, and hastened to Julia’s lodgings. As she approached the door her heart beat quickly with a mixture of pity and affection. She longed, yet dreaded to behold the altered face of her proud and unfeeling enemy: but that enemy was overwhelmed with sickness and with sorrow, and Martha almost taught herself to think she was her friend.
