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“My dear Marie, don’t talk so!” said St. Clare. “You ought not to give up the case so, at once.” “You have not a mother’s feelings, St. Clare! You never could understand me!- you don’t now.” “But don’t talk so, as if it were a gone case!” “I can’t take it as indifferently as you can, St. Clare. If you don’t feel when your only child is in this alarming state, I do. It’s a blow too much for me, with all I was bearing before.” “It’s true,” said St. Clare, “that Eva is very delicate, that I always knew; and that she has grown so rapidly as to exhaust her strength; and that her situation is critical. But just now she is only prostrated by the heat of the weather and by the excitement of her cousin’s visit, and the exertions she made. The physician says there is room for hope.” “Well, of course, if you can look on the bright side, pray do; it’s a mercy if people haven’t sensitive feelings, in this world. I am sure I wish I didn’t feel as I do; it only makes me completely wretched! I wish I could be as easy as the rest of you!” And the “rest of them” had good reason to breathe the same prayer, for Marie paraded her new misery as the reason and apology for all sorts of inflictions on every one about her. Every word that was spoken by anybody, everything that was done or was not done everywhere, was only a new proof that she was sur- |
