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Marie, roused by the entrance of the doctor, appeared, hurriedly, from the next room. “Augustine! Cousin!- O!- what!” she hurriedly began. “Hush!” said St. Clare, hoarsely; “she is dying!” Mammy heard the words, and flew to awaken the servants. The house was soon roused,- lights were seen, footsteps heard, anxious faces thronged the veran- dah, and looked tearfully through the glass doors; but St. Clare heard and said nothing,- he saw only that look on the face of the little sleeper. “O, if she would only wake, and speak once more!” he said; and, stooping over her, he spoke in her ear,- “Eva darling!” The large blue eyes unclosed,- a smile passed over her face;- she tried to raise her head, and to speak. “Do you know me, Eva?” “Dear papa,” said the child, with a last effort throwing her arms about his neck. In a moment they dropped again; and, as St. Clare raised his head, he saw a spasm of mortal agony pass over the face,- she struggled for breath and threw up her little hands. “O God, this is dreadful!” he said, turning away in agony, and wringing Tom’s hand, scarce conscious what he was doing. “O Tom, my boy, it is killing me!” |
