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A week had elapsed, and a morning came on which Edward set off for London accompanied by his wife, instead of, as usual, alone! The result was obvious: freedom -- temporary, indeed! but still freedom for Miss Ransome. But of what use was that noblest of God's gifts to one who had no means of employing it?
"Don't get into mischief if you can help it," was Camilla's parting benediction; and the smiling humility of Bonnybell's "I will try not," took an ambiguous meaning as she turned it over afterwards in the leisure and liberty of her own mind. "Try not to get into mischief? " or "Try not to help getting into mischief? How can I help helping? What mischief could I get into if I tried?"