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“Papa!” said Eva, gently, laying her hand on his. He gave a sudden start and shiver; but made no answer, “Dear papa!” said Eva. “I cannot,” said St. Clare, rising, “I cannot have it so! The Almighty hath dealt very bitterly with me!” and St. Clare pronounced these words with a bitter emphasis, indeed. “Augustine! has not God a right to do what He will with his own?” said Miss Ophelia. “Perhaps so; but that doesn’t make it any easier to bear,” said he, with a dry, hard, tearless manner, as he turned away. “Papa, you break my heart!” said Eva, rising and throwing herself into his arms; “you must not feel so!” and the child sobbed and wept with a violence which alarmed them all, and turned her father’s thoughts at once to another chan- nel. “There, Eva,- there, dearest! Hush! hush! I was wrong; I was wicked. I will feel any way, do any way,- only don’t distress yourself; don’t sob so. I will be re- signed; I was wicked to speak as I did.” Eva soon lay like a wearied dove in her father’s arms; and he, bending over her, soothed her by every tender word he could think of. |
