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    98 A DEBAM OF NABONASSAlfc.

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    " Sir, Your Most Dear Daughters." " I Pr...

    i woman ' s back or other , I shall know the world ' s coinin' to a head , and ontil I thatI shan't believe no preachin' —thereAnd

    sees , . since , " continued Jane , " you aint a wiper yet , but only a cockatoo _e s heggyou haven't no call to put the blame of keepin' master waitin *

    , _' ponme , so you'll just have the goodness to take yourself Aout of this as fast as you can . "

    • The boy shuffled off silenced , ; and Jane gobbled up the pudding all to herself as the fruits of her victory .

    Margaret cried a long time , while I stood by , wringing my phantom hands , and witnessing , in spite of myself , a long train of *

    _feomiiig evils , with ultimate ruin and wretchedness . : At last she started up . " It ' s all true , " she cried , while a bitter

    smile wreathed her lip , _" all I have learned is of no use to me now . I told poor papa it never would be of any use to me , the night I

    learnt that c Nabonassar was the son of Pul , and that horrible Higgins was a noble Roman . '" \ :

    "Whiz ! How rapidly I was carried away ! Was it the wind I heardor poor Meg consoling herself with a whistle ? I was going

    too fast , to tell . I was out-travelling the electric telegraph ; a few thousands of miles were nothing to me now .

    I was glad to be set down in a quiet room , so comfortable with curtains and carpets that I knew I was in England . . Books and

    music lay scattered about , but they had an untouched look . Magazines were there with uncut leaves , and letters unopened lay

    on the chimney-piece . The piano was not closed , but the keys were dusty , and a little summer spider had spun a silky web across the

    corner of the key-board . I began to be anxious , the house was so quiet , and the odour of long sickness lay faint within it . At last

    two men entered with grave faces . I saw they were doctors . . " It is too late" said one"to attempt by any other treatment

    ,, to save the child . Amputation or— . " He shrugged his shoulders as an expressive suggestion of the alternative _^

    " I fear it is too true , " replied the other . " Out of pity to the mother ' s feelingsI was willing to delay as long as

    poor possible young , but of course , after hearing , your opinion , and seeing wnat my two friends at the hospital say in their letters this morning , I

    yield all wish for a further delay . The hardest task will be to get the mother's consent . "

    - " It is her ignorance that has done all the mischief , and it is very plain we must save the child ' s life if we can , " answered the

    first The abruptl other y . with a look of assentmade a gesture of silence as a

    young man en , tered . It was easy to , see by his anxious face that he was the father of the little suffererThey advanced towards

    . him , and began to speak earnestly . I did not stay to hear what ; they said , I was snatched away , and found myself in another room ,

    standing by my daughter Mary s side . Changed as she was _since _^

    98 A Debam Of Nabonassalfc.

    98 A DEBAM OF NABONASSAlfc .

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1862, page 98, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101862/page/26/