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She left her, knowing her nature too well to hope to convince her of

her error.

Beulah remained for some time in the same position, with her eyes

fixed on the fire, and her forehead plowed by torturing thought. The

striking of the clock roused her from her reverie, and, drawing a

chair near her desk, she took up her pen to complete an article due

the next day at the magazine office. Ah, how little the readers

dreamed of the heavy heart that put aside its troubles to labor for

their amusement! To-night she did not succeed as well as usual; her

manuscript was blurred, and, forced to copy the greater part of it,

the clock struck three before she laid her weary head on her pillow.