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ble distress.
Catharine began to chafe her hands--but Alice stopped her--
"I am not cold--oh no, I'm not cold. Dear Mrs. Elsmere! You must think it so strange of me to come to you in this way. But I am in trouble--such great trouble--and I don't know what to do. Then I thought I'd come to you. You--you always seem to me so kind--you won't despise--or repulse me--I know you won't!"
Her voice sank to a whisper. Catharine took the two icy hands in her warm grasp.
"Tell me if there is anything I can do to help you."
"I--I want to tell you. You may be angry--because I've been Mary's friend--when I'd no right. I'm not what you think. I--I have a secret--or--I had. And now it's discovered--and I don't know what I shall do--it's so awful--so awful!"
Her head dropped on the chair behind her--and her eyes closed. Catharine, kneeling beside her, bent forward and kissed her.
"Won't you tell me?" she said, gently.
Alice was silent a moment. Then she suddenly opened her eyes--and spoke in a whisper.
"I--I was never married. But Hester Fox-Wilton's--my child!"
The tears came streaming from her eyes. They stood in Catharine's.
"You poor thing!" said Catharine brokenly, and raising one of the cold hands, she pressed it to her lips.
But Alice suddenly raised herself.
"You knew!"--she said--"You knew!" And her eyes, full of fear, stared into Catharine's. Then as Catharine did not speak immediately she went on with growing agitation, "You've heard--what everybody's saying? Oh! I don't know how I can face it. I often thought it would come--some time. And ever since that woman--since Judith--came home--it's been a nightmare. For I felt certain she'd come home because she was angry with us--and that she'd said something--before she died. Then nothing happened--and I've tried to think--lately--it was all right. But last night--"
She paused for self-control. Catharine was alarmed by her state--by its anguish, its excitement. It required an e