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ETHEL CHURCHILL.
"What!" exclaimed she, "am I still so weak? How I despise myself!"
She rose, and paced the room impatiently; pride, love, and the bitter sense of injury, contending together. Again she resumed her seat; again gave way to weeping, that brought no relief.
"Oh that," cried Ethel, wringing her hands, "I may never, never see him again!"
