Who but you would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a river, not a Christian. When I carried you up here like a bride, that is the way I wanted us to be, Mary Lucia. All these things spoke of peace;—but there are seasons when the pleasantest external influences have a depressing effect on the mind, by painfully recalling past happiness. “Who?” She asked.
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