ETHEL CHURCHILL.
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CHAPTER XI.
CONVERSATION AFTER BREAKFAST.
False look, false hope, and falsest love,
All meteors sent to me,
To show how they the heart could move,
And how deceiving be:
They left me darkened, crushed, alone;
My spirit's household gods o'erthrown.
The world itself is changed, and all
That was beloved before
Is vanished, and beyond recall,
For I can hope no more:
The sear of fire, the dint of steel,
Are easier than such wounds to heal.
"Ethel," said Lady Marchmont, earnestly "you are wrong: I will not talk to you, because I know it would be in vain, of the advantages of the connexion; for I believe
