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ful effects which are derived from that cold

water system will be more good than all they can do in London. Stilling, hot, dreary

, London! who ever could get well here? Oh! to think of the fresh, breezy walks we shall have up those hill sides, which I have not seen since I was ten years old! those bubbling springs of delicious water-it makes me thirsty even to think of it. And then, as Mrs. Hunter says, to live entirely free from household cares, with no trouble about dinners or cooks—nothing to do but to obey directions, and submit to the system -oh! that will—that must do her good!

“ After all Astley said yesterday about my self-will and love of domineering, I wonder what he will think now, when he hears it is settled. It is so provoking of him to be always finding wrong motives for my conduct; the more so, because, although I never own it to him, the wrong motives are very often the right ones.

“How he guesses what I am thinking of, and turns my actions inside out! and yet I would not be without him for the world. I hope he was not really angry last night; he did look vexed. Ah! that is his knock. I must shut this up; I would not risk his seeing it."

Flora Denys closed her Russian leatherbound journal, and pressed the spring lock to, just as the person of whom she had been thinking, entered the room.

She looked up with a sort of saucy

smile. “Good morning. I hardly expected to see you here to-day," was her salutation, extending two fingers to him.

“I thought, perhaps, you would like a walk, Flora,” said he, without noticing her insinuation, “as I knew your mother was gone

out driving without you, for I met her in Piccadilly.”

“Yes, she is gone about some housemaid's character. That is a trouble she will be saved at Malvern; we shall want only one maid there," replied Flora,

with emphasis.

“ She told me that was settled," said Astley. “I only hope you will find it answer your expectations. I do sincerely wish it may make her better.”

"Well, that is generous, Astley,” replied she, colouring, “ when I know you disapprove of the plan. It is more than I expected you to say.'

Why, what could you expect of me?" said he, looking at her with surprise. “If it is to be, do you suppose I should not wish my aunt to be benefitted ?"

" I dare say you were right in opposing it,”

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said Flora, not answering directly; "and I almost wish I had not urged it so much. I think I will give it up, after all. I could easily persuade mamma to change.” “Then, I

I think you would be quite wrong," was his abrupt reply.

“Why, Astley, what an inconsistent creature you are ! Yesterday you were scolding me, for influencing mamma to go; to-day, when I propose to give it up, you tell me flatly I am quite wrong again. If I cared for pleasing you—which I don't in the least I am sure I should not know how to

do it.”

The young lady turned away, with a look of such vexation as rather belied her

words.

“You do understand me, Flora, I know,” replied he, fixing his eyes on her gravely. “You know it was not your going to "

Malvern, or your wishing to go, that I objected to. I can form no opinion, as to whether it will be good or bad for your mother, and should not, therefore, venture to

express one.”

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Then, I should like to know what it was you did object to,” cried she petulantly. am sure you expressed dislike enough to the plan yesterday, and, indeed, ever since 1 mentioned it.”

“You know it is your overbearing, domineering way to your mother, which made me remonstrate; your self-will, and resolution

own gratification at her expense.” Astley spoke hastily, and rather indignantly.

Flora's face crimsoned, and she walked away into the back drawing-room, as if in search of something ; wandering from one table to another, and looking amongst books

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