But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. It was Sunday evening—a soft delicious evening, and, from the happy, cheerful look of the house, none would have dreamed of the dismal tragedy so lately acted within its walls. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. And now I've another job for you. She comprehends what we're about. I’ve just seen him. ‘It weren’t my wish, miss, I can tell you that. But here I am to draw upon. The servants had left the room.
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