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A DREAM OF NABONASSAR. 171
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"My dear , dear child , " pleaded the old lady . "Ma chere demoiselle" said the doctor " you must not excite yourself . "
" No , " , said she faintly . , " I will call in again" whispered the doctor . " I had better go
incites , her to talk . " now He , my went presence softlwith wistfulmournful look .
She held away out her hand y , her wasted , handto her aunt . _"Aunty" , said she painfull , poor y , " what I say , is all too true .
die that disappointment Lessons or 'it , is always good now have for weary thoug me been lessons _- to h I be my strove afflicted , teaching teachers so . fiercel ' * me Aunt of y n late othing against y , , I and * am . death not Sickness I know afraid a little now and to
You while , know since sorry . how Come wild , here and , ungovernable come nearer , I I have want been to tell . you You a know secret I .
take was never care of taught to rule little my bod sp . irit Oh , any aunt more ! if than I had I had was a taug mother ht to ,
my poor y , to The open sp my irit heart by my to , side perhaps was I strangel should y not moved have , and to die left so me young to . "
approach " Oh the , Gracey dying ! g my irl ' s darling chair . ! " cried my sister , " have not I been
cheek a mother My flushed dying to you angel , hot ? was tears Tell silent me came your for to a her secret moment then eyes . " . , her She bosom was her too heaved weak around , , her too
her weak aunt to tell ' s , neck she sobbed she cried forth ; amid and passionate , throwing tears , that arms he was so goodand y she had , loved him all her life !
" , Not my son ! not my son ! " cried the good aunt . " Yesdear Arthurkindgood Arthur . " And now the
fountain , of yes her , grief was broken , , up , and she must needs tell it all —tell how slie had loved him when she was a little school-girl ,
and he a tall manand how to him she was still the young child , when in heart she , was a passionate woman—how pride and anger
had driven her into gaieties and follies , and how impatiently she had borne his stern rebuke , still hoping , ever hoping , till she saw
his love given irrevocably to another older , wiser , more beautiful than herself
. " Ohaunt ! then it was that to hide my burning misery I went to , every party our gay town gave , and he rebuked me as
though I were a child , or spoke to me as if I were his sister . " " " Aunt But Grace that , my was darling nothing ! . he When is fifteen he years married older Clara than I you felt . " that
die I should , and she die , , so and happy 1 foug ? ht But against lately death I have fiercely been , h for appy beautiful why too should . smile Yes I ,
even before I left England I was happy . " A played over her face .
It the was " truth Ah because , so aunt well ! , I you and fancied who so madl have Arthur y , you seen guessed will me not so ray proud guess secret , why so . silent I I was knew , happy hiding it by !
A Dream Of Nabonassar. 171
A DREAM OF _NABONASSAR . 171
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1862, page 171, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111862/page/27/
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