_From Norah to Magdalen._
"July 5th.
"For God's sake, write me one line to say if you are still at
Birmingham, and where I can find you there! I have just heard from old
Mr. Clare. Oh, Magdalen, if you have no pity on yourself, have some
pity on me! The thought of you alone among strangers, the thought of you
heart-broken under this dreadful blow, never leaves me for an instant.
No words can tell how I feel for you! My own love, remember the better
days at home before that cowardly villain stole his way into your heart;
remember the happy time at Combe-Raven when we were always together.
Oh, don't, don't treat me like a stranger! We are alone in the world
now--let me come and comfort you, let me be more than a sister to you,
if I can. One line--only one line to tell me where I can find you!"