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The next morning was Sunday. Under one of the dark arches in Bloomsbury Church -- with Mrs. Ianson's large feathers tossing on one side, and Jane's sickly unhappy face at the other -- Agatha said her prayers in due sabbatical form. "Said her prayers" is the right phrase, for trouble had not yet opened her young heart to pray. Yet she was a good girl, not wilfully undevout; and if during the long missionary-sermon she secretly got her prayer-book and read -- what was the most likely portion to attract her -- the marriage service, it was with feelings solemnised and not unsacred. Some portions of it made her very thoughtful, so thoughtful that when suddenly startled by the conclusion of the sermon, she prayed -- not with the clergyman, for "Jews, Turks, Infidels, and Heretics" -- but for two young creatures, herself and another, who perhaps needed Heaven's merciful blessings quite as much.
When she rose up it was with moist eyelashes; and then she perceived what until this minute she had not seen, -- that close behind her, sitting where he had probably sat all church-time, was Nathanael Harper.