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“a change.” The outer door was quickly opened, and Tom, who was watching out- side, was on the alert, in a moment. “Go for the doctor, Tom! lose not a moment,” said Miss Ophelia; and, step- ping across the room, she rapped at St. Clare’s door. “Cousin,” she said, “I wish you would come.” These words fell on his heart like clods upon a coffin. Why did they? He was up and in the room in an instant, and bending over Eva, who still slept. What was it he saw that made his heart stand still? Why was no word spoken between the two? Thou canst say, who hast seen that same expression on the face dearest to thee;- that look indescribable, hopeless, unmistakable, that says to thee that thy beloved is no longer thine. On the face of the child, however, there was no ghastly imprint,- only a high and almost sublime expression,- the overshadowing presence of spiritual natures, the dawning of immortal life in that childish soul. They stood there so still, gazing upon her, that even the ticking of the watch seemed too loud. In a few moments, Tom returned, with the doctor. He entered, gave one look, and stood silent as the rest. “When did this change take place?” said he, in a low whisper, to Miss Ophelia. “About the turn of the night,” was the reply. |
