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ETHEL CHURCHILL.
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attended this alliance, and was soon able to say calmly to his daughter,—"Shall I lead you down-stairs?"

"A few minutes yet," exclaimed she. "Leave me a little while alone."

The door closed after Lord Norbourne; and Constance flung herself on her knees, and half said, half wept, a thanksgiving for her entire happiness.