The scene in Ivy Cottage to-night stands in most remarkable
contrast with some things I witnessed at the Allen House before she
went out thence a wretched woman for life. She staked everything on
a desperate venture, and has lost. God pity her! for there is no
help in any human arm. To think of what she is, and what she might
have been, is enough to veil her reason in midnight darkness."
"Amen! God pity her!" said Constance. "For truly there is no help
for her in mortal arm."
CHAPTER XXVIII.
The conduct of Mr. Wallingford, in regard to the estate which had
fallen into his hands, rather puzzled Dewey. He had anticipated an
early notification to remove, and, true to his character, had
determined to annoy the new owner by vexatious delays. But after the
passage of several weeks, in which came to him no intimation that he
must give up the possession of his elegant home, he began to wonder
what it could mean.
One day, not long after the conversation with Wallingford, mentioned
in the last chapter, I met Mr. Dewey in the street. He stopped me
and said, in half-sneering way,
"What of our honorable friend? Impatient, I suppose, to see the
inside of the Allen House?"
"No," I replied, "he has no wish to disturb you for the present.
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