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    mb. frankland's mabriage. 403

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    I^» I——I Have Passed My Life As A Dressm...

    trude walk in Miss , till Woodville , looking very ? ' Then sad and I was grave so , grieved he said to , c have Perhaps hurt I him in- ,

    quite that I , properl recovered y , Jane nay I . self Well -possession , he white sat at down dress once , b and y and my blue welcomed side ribbons , and him looked and in I . kindlat mewore

    very y . my , rather € Did Mis th s ink Wilson —do not make lau this gh prett at me y gown —that ? they inquired ! become he . me _Yoii ertainl , Jane may .

    i be gnorant sure that / said I cleared he , fi of you flounces from , such and a skirts disgrace , and tuckers ' I am , in c which y you ladies vie with each other , but I love the to see a woman and would wear

    whiteit reminds me of the white robes of angels , After seem , a to while imply he that said women he should imitated esteem them it a , great outwardl favor y if at I least would ! '

    consent that we , should read the Bible together . For my very life I could not refuseJane . Think of the happiness of reading the Bible

    with him . He asked , to read it in alternate verses , as he used to do with his mother when a childbut never since . He had never

    his wished mother to do as so she with used any to one look , but , on this Sunday evening evenings I reminded in her him white . of

    dress , and as he pictured her an angel in heaven . Oh , Jane , I favorite am ashamed psalm to rep which eat all we thi read s ! , and I asked then him mine which . Between was his wh mother iles he ' s

    told me much , of his mother ; ' Pardon me , lie said , ' but she was my bosom friend , the only one I have had all my life , seemed until—— better ' he

    happy companions did not we finish are than , his Susan when sentence ! we Oh , were , and Jane talking we , what sat silent . strange At , last yet happ we he iness spoke , , and 6 Plow yet 6

    what know trouble I have , sprang been up ' Miss in my Woodville heart to ' hear to him one call all me Susan lifeand ; ' lie you said it so tenderly . Yet I burst into tear every s , did you ever my hear , of

    anything so silly ? Mr . Franklaad asked very gravely , 6 Are you with meMiss Woodville ? ' I could not utter a single

    syllable angry , but only cried , the more . No wonder he soon rose , and went think away . how Then unkindl all was I worse had th behaved an before . , A I whole cried twice fortnig as ht much passed to

    away , and he never y once came to see me . Oh , how sick I grew , evening after evening , listening for the footsteps which never came !

    " At last I determined to try to do my duty and forget my hopes ; it going was b but ack ! going I took back the to where arithmetic I was book before one . even Ah ing , that when weary

    reup collections happened to be very troublesome , and set myself to prepare some sums , for they would require all my thoughts . The door opened ,

    must I expression glanced have up of some , there his , conversation so was grave Mr . Frankland and with determined ! Jane will . , ' you Miss never listen Woodville saw to me th , at ? I ' you ; you

    been M answered y hear a t , was as unhappy bold in my as throat man a lion , for , but that the I conquered last I was fortni glad g my ht to foolish see Miss him Woodville tremors . ' I , have and , do

    very ,

    Mb. Frankland's Mabriage. 403

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Aug. 1, 1860, page 403, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01081860/page/43/