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ETHEL CHURCHILL.
CHAPTER X.
A LATE BREAKFAST.
Why did I love him? I looked up to him
With earnest admiration, and sweet faith.
I could forgive the miserable hours
His falsehood, and his only, taught my heart;
But I cannot forgive that for his sake.
My faith in good is shaken, and my hopes
Are pale and cold, for they have looked on death.
Why should I love him? he no longer is
That which I loved.
Sir George Kingston had just wrapped her cloak round the graceful figure of Lady Marchmont, and was going to hand her into the carriage, when her attention was asked for a moment by Lord Norbourne. Drawing her within the shadow of a column, he said in an earnest whisper,—
