This was six
months ago. Having thus established herself, she wrote to Julian,
and told him where she was.
Julian never forgot the promise he had made to his uncle that
Christmas night, eight years ago, when he was a lad of thirteen.
Harriet he had always regarded as his sister, and never yet had he
failed in brotherly duty to her. When the girl left Colchester, she
was on rather bad terms with her aunt, and the latter wrote to
Julian, saying that she knew nothing of Harriet's object in going to
London, but that it was certainly advisable that some friend should
be at hand, if possible, to give her advice; though advice (she went
on to say) was seldom acceptable to Harriet. This letter alarmed
Julian, as it was the first he had heard of his cousin's new step;
the letter from herself at the end of a week's time greatly relieved
him, and he went off as soon as possible to see her. He found her
living in the house where she was engaged, apparently with decent
people, and moderately contented; more than this could never be said
of the girl. Since then, he had seen her at least once every week.
Sometimes he visited her at the shop; when the weather was fine,
they spent the Sunday afternoon in walking together.
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