"A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. My profession has hardened me. ‘They weren’t no soldiers. ” He leaned back for his soup. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal. I expect company. We must take the children—of any race—if we would teach knowledge. “You have been very kind to me,” she said.
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