Flora was so markedly feverish that an illness was perhaps at hand; she had passed a night of extreme unrest, a night agitated above all by fears that had for their subject not in the least her former, but wholly her present, governess. "Justice and sound policy forbid the Federal Government to foster one branch of industry to the detriment of another, or to cherish the interests of one portion to the injury of another portion of our common country. She resumed in a moment, at any rate: "What if HE should see him?" "Little Miles? That's what he wants!" She looked immensely scared again. He had long been patient, pleading with the sinful soul, giving it time to repent, sparing it yet awhile.