So swiftly did one incident of change crowd upon another at this period of the lives which we fear we are but faintly sketching, that it seemed as if Fortune had arranged all the concomitant circumstances that were culminating in these few eventful days of autumn. Fortune, “the great commandress of the world,” had already played strange pranks with those two charming girls at Barton. Until lately their destinies had flowed on smoothly and in peace. They had grown up side by side,--one the mistress, the other the companion and friend,--and until now there had been no jealousy on either hand--until now Amy Somerton had been content with her lot. She had brooded over her lowly birth, in those …
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