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LIX.—EIGHT OR WEOM ?
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Lix.—Eight Or Weom ?
LIX . —EIGHT OR WEOM ? A _TRITJE STOEY .
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" We had now reached to within a fortnight or so of the time when it was announced that Alice ' s cure would be complete , and no
obstacle remain to our return to Guernsey , a few _days after which our marriage was to take place . I had informed all my relations in
the island of my _engagement , and received their congratulatory letters and presents in return ; and Eustace being obliged to repair
to London upon business , I took advantage of his absence to get ready my wedding clothes , expecting these preparations would
amuse my little Alice , who was soon to be entirely emancipated from medical control . But to my surprise she showed no interest
in anything that was going forward , and though allowed to leave her room for a few hours every day , the unsightly wrappers and
bandages that had so long disfigured her being also gradually laid asidea restless dissatisfied spirit took the place of her recent
cheerfulness , . New dresses , and all the girlish finery she had before so eagerly counted upon were also prepared for her , but she scarcely
would looked say at them £ Ah ; ! while how changed if anything you are was , Anne broug ! ht Poor for me mamma io try on would , she
not know you , again . ' And then would hurry away without bestowing a lance upon what I had wished to show her .
g 1 ought perhaps to have had more strength of mind than to make myself unhappy about these little manifestations of temper ,
but I could not prevent their preying upon my spirits . Coupled with often finding her in tearsthey now caused me to fear that
long my confinement to the house had , affected her health , and _suggested the torturing doubt whether I had not been too much
engrossed with Eustace to maintain due watchfulness over her . In her strange waywardness she reminded me of a sick child , jealous
of everything that can rob it of its mother ' s care . Whenever a letter from Eustace was brought to me in her presence , she would
pout and coniplainingly predict that I should now be abstracted and unmindful of her the whole dayonly thinking about him . ' He
, never writes to me , ' she once said , ' I suppose he thinks me too much of a child . '
" I mentioned this when I next wrote , saying how kind a few lines from him would appear , and by return of post a letter came
directed to Alice , written in a frank pleasant style , as of an elder brother to a younger sisterwith an account of some of the London _,
exhibitions he had been visiting , . She was evidently gratified at receiving it , and insisted on breaking the seal and reading the
contents herself , though this was still a forbidden employment ; but
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1859, page 389, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081859/page/29/
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