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A STKANGE CHANCE. 403
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+ Chapter, Iii.
without intensity me of life shows seenis me to no me tiling onl y but this pain , and , pain every , pain true heart ! The to -beat what very of
existence a pang ! " And thus did both give utterance their own sad lives had taught them .
CHAPTER IV . Between metheus was eight desi and gned nine , and years partly after upon this the conversation canvas ; but , the George Late
Proin Gilbert the evening was lying of a for winter the ' s last day time , the upon red fire a bed -light of sickness of his chamber . and
¦ was lasses flickering laced on on a the little parap table hernalia at his side of medicine , and occasionall bottles , y cups glancing p
up in g a his sort , own of pale fantastic face , mockery from which from the the hectic curtains flush of had the His departed bed to lig for ht
they turned almost a .. time now , fleshless dreamil leaving glared y cheekbones towards in like its the place the lamps a grate Charles ghastl of , and a y had tomb , whiteness always quitted above large . him his scarcel and gaunt eyes bri y wer g and ten ht e ,
minutes by this first before great , bitterl sorrow y weep , . Elizabeth ing , his who young had had not been nature yet almo given d st to crushed up share her
charge the at the labors hearth for of the watching ni She ght was to with the thin her nurse and , and wasted was sitting and scarcel on engage a y low less footstool
ghostlike clasp than ing her George knees . himself ; and as , ' her she bod looked y was upon , bent indefinable the forward dying , her man hands there
weary Ming was difficult ling in traveller j her with face its mi thoug g woe a ht strange feel h was he who a knows faint and sees g almost at not leam last what of the hop end still efulness of sadder a painful expression , such fortune as and a .
may yet await ourney ' him , . * It was a feeble anticipation of rest , of a rest calm " Elizabeth with the ! mute " murmured inaction the of here despair stifferer 7 she . in answered a low and passing husky voice to the .
" Yes , dear George , I am , ' , bedside " Sit . down by memy sister ; I have been thinking over a few
, words She I did want as to he say desired to you . " taking tenderly between her own the
, referred hand "It he has to offered one been passage her to . you of onl my y , life " he ; it continued was who a secret could , " that I have could I understood have not have ever
trusted me but to any my one sister less ? dear "Well ; and , you , indeed heard , all that our acquaintance who has you j the ust , other been in the nei thinking ghborhood that where as we Augusta were now friends live in s ,
told past and long times me ing , I ever should the since evening be next . glad I but , know to hear , Elizabeth whole of her life , . , she since I have is I not first been mine knew restless either her for this world or my
has been a constant reference , to her . She was the noblest woman
A Stkange Chance. 403
A _STKANGE CHANCE . 403
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Feb. 1, 1861, page 403, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01021861/page/43/
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