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RIGHT OR WRONG. 333
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born and best beloved , as she bent over her embroidery at the foot of the sofa : her brown curls , just tinged with gold , falling in
masses about her fair round neck ; her face , whenever she looked winning up , flinging an answering back her smile hair , and smile lo d ok bri of ghtl admiration y on her , which mother it ,
needed not a mother's partiality to elicit . Her eyes were _larg-e delicate and dark roses , their of still spring darker seemed lashes blooming sweeping 1 ; while the cheek the smooth on which white the
brow , the beautiful mouth and faultless teeth , the dimpled chin , all that constitutes loveliness in a woman , had equally been bestowed
upon her . " She was indeed very fair to look upon ; and if she sometimes
showed an over-consciousness of these gifts who could marvel , since from her birth she had been used to her mother ' s fond praises
and endearments , to hear herself called her bird of beauty , her bright-eyed Alice ?"
" Harry's mother , _atint ?" " YesMargaret . "
" You , do not describe yourself , yet you must have been beautiful . " "I was considered handsome when I was very young and happy ,
but never to be compared with Alice ; not a creature of sunshine and smiles as she was . At the time I am speaking of , she was but
little more than sixteen ; I nearly eleven years her senior , and old for my agecare-worn and heavy-hearted . I saw too plainly that the
, mother we loved so dearly was fast passing from the earth , conscious of her dangerand with the grief of leaving us , particularly Alice ,
, preying incessantly upon her , yet without the courage to acknowledge her departure was at hand , and without seeking any other source
of consolation than the strict observance of set forms could impart . Every morning Alice read to her the psalms and lessons for the
day , but these exercises over , all reference to such topics as Death conquered and Immortality revealed , to whatever in fact would
have been cheering to a trembling fainting heart , were sedulously avoided : while I , by the physician _' s continued orders , so long as
the smallest possibility of recovery remained , dared not venture to speak openly to her . And yet all our dissimulation availed nothing ,
it did not save her one pang , or chase one dark foreboding ; the look of agony with which she used to turn away when Alice in her
unsuspecting gaiety kissed her before retiring' to rest , and spoke confidently of returning health , told me that too plainly .
" At length , when it was too evident to me that the measure of her days was well nigh told , I determined to take upon myself the
responsibility of breaking through this unnatural restraint , and prayed for strength to do so in a fitting time and manner , but it
was a hard struggle and often my heart failed . One night , however , as I was sitting beside her bed , for even opiates now could scarcely
procure her a few hours of unrefreshing sleep , and she seemed
more than usually wakeful and oppressed , I asked if she would
Right Or Wrong. 333
RIGHT OR WRONG . 333
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), July 1, 1859, page 333, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01071859/page/45/
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