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172 A DREAM OF BTABONASSAR.
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Clara ' s altered manner . She who had been so pitiless to my faults _,, now canie and wept over metalking to me continually of him ,
, comforting * me by saying how he loved me , how he called me hispet sisterhis dearest sisterhow he was ever speaking of me , ever
, , praising me . And when we left England—you know , aunt , it was he who made us go , he would have me well again , he said—I saw
he he could said to not me bear , Graeey the thoug , my ht darling that I , was you d are ying my because own little of him child _,,
you shall live with us , and be my eldest girl when you come back ; . and if in the days when we were cousins I ever inadvertently
caused you pain , you will forgive and forget , and I shall see you _. happy once more . '
( " _" Oh It was aunt not it your was fault all , " I whispered own fault . ) because I knew nothing . my
Love was , not , a thing for girls to read , about , they said . Since I came here I have been happier stillfor has he not called his little
, — girl I have ' Grace been ? ' so And calm , aun and t , g since ladthat he has I feel known that ] ove it— is he quite and Clara gone
and I could have lived and been , happy again , but it is not to be _,, noit is not to be . "
, Leaning over her , the old lady ' s tears fell on the young wan cheek .
"Do not cry , aunt , I thought you would like to hear it best frommedearly as you love Clara . "
" Best , , from you , yes , my darling ! Oh , my poor child ! " The crimson mantle the setting sun had thrown over the
watershad faded into grey , but the peaks of the mountains were purple still . She pointed to them and murmured , " The last time . " Then
she asked her aunt to read to her , and while she went to fetch the _* Holy Book , I heard her say over softly to herself a little hymn
that I , her poor dead father , had taught her long ago—ah , so long agowhen she was a tiny child , and her golden curls had nestled in
, my bosom beautiful . chapter that followed soothed her into happy tears .
She pressed her cheek on my kind sister's shoulder , murmuring ,, how good she had been to herand how glad she was to have told
her all , and how she had determined , to live to tell her . It was true , and this told , the last thread was snapped .
She lay quiet a few minutes , and then looking up suddenly ,, saw me .
Alas ! I knew what that meant . " Father , " said she , holding out her hand . I would have taken it , there
and carried her away in my bosom , but a better than I was to give her the releasing touch .
me Her " , Mother and hand they ! is pass you clasped too away . " b together y that b r out ight into spir the it , m purp ade vi s g ibl ht , beckon now to
ing me to follow . I strive to obey , but the village bells are tolling
172 A Dream Of Btabonassar.
172 A DREAM OF _BTABONASSAR .
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Nov. 1, 1862, page 172, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01111862/page/28/
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