"My dear" had looked her last upon a troublesome world. She had taken life sighingly, in little frightened gasps, as it were, with the fear upon her, even from childhood, that unknown horrors lurked for her in each day to which she was awakened. It can scarcely be said that she had clung to life with any tenacity-rather with the instinct of living; and she had fluttered out of it resignedly enough, a little sorry, perhaps, that she had left any one...