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Rebecca
's
appearance
struck
Amelia
with
terror
,
and
made
her
shrink
back
.
It
recalled
her
to
the
world
and
the
remembrance
of
yesterday
.
In
the
overpowering
fears
about
to-morrow
she
had
forgotten
Rebecca
--
jealousy
--
everything
except
that
her
husband
was
gone
and
was
in
danger
.
Until
this
dauntless
worldling
came
in
and
broke
the
spell
,
and
lifted
the
latch
,
we
too
have
forborne
to
enter
into
that
sad
chamber
.
How
long
had
that
poor
girl
been
on
her
knees
!
what
hours
of
speechless
prayer
and
bitter
prostration
had
she
passed
there
!
The
war-chroniclers
who
write
brilliant
stories
of
fight
and
triumph
scarcely
tell
us
of
these
.
These
are
too
mean
parts
of
the
pageant
:
and
you
do
n't
hear
widows
'
cries
or
mothers
'
sobs
in
the
midst
of
the
shouts
and
jubilation
in
the
great
Chorus
of
Victory
.
And
yet
when
was
the
time
that
such
have
not
cried
out
:
heart-broken
,
humble
protestants
,
unheard
in
the
uproar
of
the
triumph
!
After
the
first
movement
of
terror
in
Amelia
's
mind
--
when
Rebecca
's
green
eyes
lighted
upon
her
,
and
rustling
in
her
fresh
silks
and
brilliant
ornaments
,
the
latter
tripped
up
with
extended
arms
to
embrace
her
--
a
feeling
of
anger
succeeded
,
and
from
being
deadly
pale
before
,
her
face
flushed
up
red
,
and
she
returned
Rebecca
's
look
after
a
moment
with
a
steadiness
which
surprised
and
somewhat
abashed
her
rival
.
"
Dearest
Amelia
,
you
are
very
unwell
,
"
the
visitor
said
,
putting
forth
her
hand
to
take
Amelia
's
.
"
What
is
it
?
I
could
not
rest
until
I
knew
how
you
were
.
"
Amelia
drew
back
her
hand
--
never
since
her
life
began
had
that
gentle
soul
refused
to
believe
or
to
answer
any
demonstration
of
good-will
or
affection
.
But
she
drew
back
her
hand
,
and
trembled
all
over
.
"
Why
are
you
here
,
Rebecca
?
"
she
said
,
still
looking
at
her
solemnly
with
her
large
eyes
.
These
glances
troubled
her
visitor
.
"
She
must
have
seen
him
give
me
the
letter
at
the
ball
,
"
Rebecca
thought
.
"
Do
n't
be
agitated
,
dear
Amelia
,
"
she
said
,
looking
down
.
"
I
came
but
to
see
if
I
could
--
if
you
were
well
.
"
"
Are
you
well
?
"
said
Amelia
.
"
I
dare
say
you
are
.
You
do
n't
love
your
husband
.
You
would
not
be
here
if
you
did
.
Tell
me
,
Rebecca
,
did
I
ever
do
you
anything
but
kindness
?
"
"
Indeed
,
Amelia
,
no
,
"
the
other
said
,
still
hanging
down
her
head
.
"
When
you
were
quite
poor
,
who
was
it
that
befriended
you
?
Was
I
not
a
sister
to
you
?
You
saw
us
all
in
happier
days
before
he
married
me
.
I
was
all
in
all
then
to
him
;
or
would
he
have
given
up
his
fortune
,
his
family
,
as
he
nobly
did
to
make
me
happy
?
Why
did
you
come
between
my
love
and
me
?
Who
sent
you
to
separate
those
whom
God
joined
,
and
take
my
darling
's
heart
from
me
--
my
own
husband
?
Do
you
think
you
could
love
him
as
I
did
?
His
love
was
everything
to
me
.
You
knew
it
,
and
wanted
to
rob
me
of
it
.
For
shame
,
Rebecca
;
bad
and
wicked
woman
--
false
friend
and
false
wife
.
"
