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the frantic gesticulations of an Italian under exciting circumstances—but her child was not there.

Flying along the path with the rapidity of lightning, she attained the nurse's side, and, seizing hold of her arms, whilst agony convulsed her features, she inquired for her infant. The anrse pointed towards the water, and Teresa, at some distance from the brink, saw her loved child rise to the surface, and then sink again! Almost frantic with grief, she would have rushed after it, but the nurse, a powerful, large woman, held her firmly back.

In the mean time, the little girl before mentioned had not been an idle spectator of this sad accident. With astonishing presence of mind, she bad flown after Sedley, and attained him with ease. She pointed back to the lake, and made sigos of extreme distress to him. In a moment Sedley comprehended that some danger threatened Teresa, and in another moment he was at her side. She conjured him for the love of heaven to save her child, and Sedley needed not this powerful motive to risk his life in her service.

In a few seconds he was in the water, and as he looked around, bewildered where to direct his search, the infant rose again ;-he soon attained it, and returned to the shore with his precious burthen. Wonderful and mysterious is the power of maternal love, which can change the gentlest and mildest of beings into an infuriated and reckless creature !

Teresa's form and face had exhibited a striking picture of the force of such feelings during the interval of her child's danger, and she had struggled in the nurse's grasp with almost superhuman power.

Her usually calm, holy eyes had glared with frightful eagerness, and the convulsion of her features had been terrible to behold. But from the moment Sedley entered the water, and that she felt the crisis to be at hand, she awaited the sentence of life or death with the calmness and coldness of a statue. Her unshrinking Teresa's attention was suddenly arrested by the sound of violent sobs and moans, which told of sonié great sorrow. With a heart ever alive to the voice of distress, she hurried round a sharp turn in the path, and saw lying on the ground, apparently in the utmost abandonment of sorrow, a little girl, of about twelve or fourteen. Teresa approached the child, and kneeling down beside her, attempted to raise her from the ground; but the young mourner resisted her efforts, and for some time refused to listen to her inquiries. At length the melody and tenderness of Teresa's voice made itself heard in the girl's heart, and, rising from the ground, she continued sobbing violently, and pointing in the direction of a poor, ruinous cottage, at some little distance from the spot. She attempted vainly to articulate, and Teresa was deeply affected at witnessing such despair in one on the very threshold of life.

Her ear caught the sound of approaching footsteps, and, on turning her head in the direction from which it came, she perceived Sir Herbert Sedley, running along the path, also in

the direction of Major Bently's, and as he approached her nearer, Teresa was prepared to speak to him ; but, merely bowing slightly to her, he passed rapidly and continued his course.

Teresa was astonished and alarmed. In the casual glimpse she had caught of his countenance, she had perceived that it bore traces of extreme emotion; she had never before seen Sedley under the influence of any powerful excitement, and knew not of what intense expression his features were capable. For some moments she stood gazing after him, connecting his appearance in some way with the sad situation of Jessy Bently. That something dreadful had occurred she now felt convinced, but her wildest imaginings reached not the terrible truth.

Her reverie was interrupted by a loud and fearful cry, and at the same moment the little girl plucked her clothes violently, and pointed towards the lake. Teresa looked, and saw the nurse wringing her hands, and indulging in all the frantic gesticulations of an Italian under exciting circumstances—but her child was not there.

Flying along the path with the rapidity of lightning, she attained the nurse's side, and, seizing hold of her arms, whilst agony convulsed her features, she inquired for her infant. The nurse pointed towards the water, and Teresa, at some distance from the brink, saw her loved child rise to the surface, and then sink again! Almost frantic with grief, she would have rushed after it, but the nurse, a powerful, large woman, held her firmly back.

In the mean time, the little girl before mentioned had not been an idle spectator of this sad accident. With astonishing presence of mind, she bad flown after Sedley, and attained him with ease.

She pointed back to the lake, and made signs of extreme distress to him. In a moment Sedley comprehended that some danger threatened Teresa, and in another moment he was at her side. She conjured him for the love

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