And Grace, too—sweet Grace—sang like a skylark, and made her little white hands wonderfully busy in household matters. Hubert Fairlie was yet absent, though his long and frequent letters brought joy to the heart of his beloved.
And had Naomi forgotten her friend in this season of trial! Not so; yet forbidden as we have seen from the society of Grace, all she could do was to sympathize deeply in spirit, happy when a chance opportunity brought them together; and those meetings although rare, only served to strengthen the friendship which united these two lovely girls.
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CHAPTER VI.
The Pestilence. The Curtain wholly lifted.
It was now the middle of October.
“Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light, and the landscape
Lay as if new created, in all the freshness of childhood:
All sounds were in harmony blended.
Voices of children at play—the crowing of cocks in the farm-yard,