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CHAPTER XXVII.
REVELATIONS.
After this little conversation with Mme. Malet Cecile's sojourn in
the land of Beulah seemed to come to an end. Not that she was really
unhappy, but the peace which gave a kind of unreal sweetness to this
time of convalescence had departed; her memory, hitherto so weak,
came back fully and vividly, she remembered all that dreadful
conversation with Joe, she knew again and felt it through and through
her sensitive heart that _her_ Joe had proved unfaithful. He had
stolen the piece of paper with the precious address, he had given
over the purse of gold into the hands of the enemy. Not lightly had
he done this thing, not lightly had he told her of his wrongdoing.
Could she ever forget the agony in his eyes or the horror in his poor
voice as he told her of the life from which he had thus freed
himself. No, all through her illness she had seen that troubled face
of Joe's, and now even she could scarcely bear to dwell upon it. Joe
had been sorely tempted, and he had fallen. Poor Joe! No, she could
not, she would not blame Joe, but all the same her own life seemed
ended; God had been very good. The dear Guide Jesus, when He restored
to her little Maurice, had assuredly not forsaken her; but still, all
the same, _she_ had been faithless. Her dying stepmother had put
into her hands a sacred trust, and she never now could fulfill that
trust.
"Though I tried to do my best--I did try to do my very, very best,"
sighed the poor little girl, wiping the tears from her eyes.
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