[Instructor's note: Ellen is in
[50.1] Ellen
meanwhile had fled to her own room.
The
moonlight was quietly streaming in through the casement; it looked to her like
an old friend. She threw herself down on the floor, close by the glass, and
after some tears, which she could not help shedding, she raised her head and
looked thoughtfully out. It was very seldom now that she had a chance of the
kind; she was rarely alone but when she was busy.
[50.2] "I wonder if that same moon is this
minute shining in at the glass door at home?—no, to be sure it can't this
minute—what am I thinking of?—but it was there or will be there—let me
see—east—west—it was there some time this morning I suppose; looking right into
our old sitting-room. Oh,
moon, I wish I was in your place for once, to look in there too! But it is all
empty now—there's nobody there—Mr. Humphreys would be in his study—how lonely,
how lonely he must be! Oh, I wish I was back there with him!—John isn't there
though—no matter—he will be,—and I could do so much for Mr. Humphreys in the
meanwhile. He must miss me. I wonder where John is—nobody writes to me; I should
think someone might. I wonder if I am ever to see them again. Oh, he
[John, also in
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