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Amantium Irae

           

           "Myagonies,"Beckycontinued,"wereterrible(Ihopeshewon’tsitdownonthebottle)whentheytookhimawayfromme;IthoughtIshoulddie;butIfortunatelyhadabrainfever,duringwhichmydoctorgavemeup,and—andIrecovered,and—andhereIam,poorandfriendless."

           "Howoldishe?"Emmyasked.

           "Eleven,"saidBecky.

           "Eleven!"criedtheother."Why,hewasbornthesameyearwithGeorgy,whois—"

           "Iknow,Iknow,"Beckycriedout,whohadinfactquiteforgottenallaboutlittleRawdon’sage."Griefhasmademeforgetsomanythings,dearestAmelia.Iamverymuchchanged:half-wildsometimes.Hewaselevenwhentheytookhimawayfromme.Blesshissweetface;Ihaveneverseenitagain."

           "Washefairordark?"wentonthatabsurdlittleEmmy."Showmehishair."

           Beckyalmostlaughedathersimplicity."Notto-day,love—someothertime,whenmytrunksarrivefromLeipzig,whenceIcametothisplace—andalittledrawingofhim,whichImadeinhappydays."

           "PoorBecky,poorBecky!"saidEmmy."Howthankful,howthankfulIoughttobe";(thoughIdoubtwhetherthatpracticeofpietyinculcateduponusbyourwomankindinearlyyouth,namely,tobethankfulbecausewearebetteroffthansomebodyelse,beaveryrationalreligiousexercise)andthenshebegantothink,asusual,howhersonwasthehandsomest,thebest,andthecleverestboyinthewholeworld.

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