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And we are punished for our purest deeds, And chasten'd for our holiest thoughts; alas! There is no reason found in all the creeds, Why these things are, nor whence they come to pass. --OWEN MEREDITH
It was while Hester was at the Palace that Lord Newhaven died. She had perhaps hardly realized, till he was gone, how much his loyal friendship had been to her. Yet she had hardly seen him for the last year, partly because she was absorbed in her book, and partly because, to her astonishment, she found that her brother and his wife looked coldly upon "an unmarried woman receiving calls from a married man."