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Widow and Mother

           "Hush,"saidAmelia,annoyed,perhaps,atthecreakingoftheMajor’sboots;andsheheldoutherhand;smilingbecauseWilliamcouldnottakeituntilhehadridhimselfofhiscargooftoys."Godownstairs,littleMary,"saidhepresentlytothechild,"IwanttospeaktoMrs.Osborne."Shelookedupratherastonished,andlaiddowntheinfantonitsbed.

           "Iamcometosaygood-bye,Amelia,"saidhe,takingherslenderlittlewhitehandgently.

           "Good-bye?andwhereareyougoing?"shesaid,withasmile.

           "Sendtheletterstotheagents,"hesaid;"theywillforwardthem;foryouwillwritetome,won’tyou?Ishallbeawayalongtime."

           "I’llwritetoyouaboutGeorgy,"shesaid."Dear’William,howgoodyouhavebeentohimandtome.Lookathim.Isn’thelikeanangel?"

           Thelittlepinkhandsofthechildclosedmechanicallyroundthehonestsoldier’sfinger,andAmelialookedupinhisfacewithbrightmaternalpleasure.Thecruellestlookscouldnothavewoundedhimmorethanthatglanceofhopelesskindness.Hebentoverthechildandmother.Hecouldnotspeakforamoment.AnditwasonlywithallhisstrengththathecouldforcehimselftosayaGodblessyou."Godblessyou,"saidAmelia,andheldupherfaceandkissedhim.

           "Hush!Don’twakeGeorgy!"sheadded,asWilliamDobbinwenttothedoorwithheavysteps.Shedidnothearthenoiseofhiscab-wheelsashedroveaway:shewaslookingatthechild,whowaslaughinginhissleep.

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