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“It’s just what I’ve been foreboding!” said Marie; “it’s just what has been preying on my health, from day to day, bringing me downward to the grave, though nobody regards it. I have seen this, long. St. Clare, you will see, after a while, that I was right.” “Which will afford you great consolation, no doubt!” said St. Clare, in a dry, bitter tone. Marie lay back on a lounge, and covered her face with her cambric handker- chief. Eva’s clear blue eye looked earnestly from one to the other. It was the calm, comprehending gaze of a soul half loosed from its earthly bonds; it was evident she saw, felt, and appreciated, the difference between the two. She beckoned with her hand to her father. He came, and sat down by her. “Papa, my strength fades away every day, and I know I must go. There are some things I want to say and do,- that I ought to do; and you are so unwilling to have me speak a word on this subject. But it must come, there’s no putting it off. Do be willing I should speak now!” “My child, I am willing!” said St. Clare, covering his eyes with one hand, and holding up Eva’s hand with the other. “Then, I want to see all our people together. I have some things I must say to them,” said Eva. “Well,” said St. Clare, in a tone of dry endurance. |
