Chapter XXXIII.
THE MINISTER'S MISFORTUNE. "Do you know that lady?" Miss Helena asked, as we entered the house. "She is a perfect stranger to me," I answered. "Are you sure you have not forgotten her?" "Why do you think I have forgotten her?" "Because she evidently remembered you." The lady had no doubt looked at me twice. If this meant that my face was familiar to her, I could only repeat what I have already said. Never, to my knowledge, had I seen her before. Leading the way upstairs, Miss Helena apologized for taking me into her father's bedroom. "He is able to sit up in an armchair," she said; "and he might do more, as I think, if he would exert himself. He won't exert himself. Very sad. Would you like to look at your room, before you see my father? It is quite ready for you. We hope"--she favo
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