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Struggles and Trials

           

           "Whatarethose?"shesaid.

           "SomebooksforGeorgy,"Ameliareplied—I—IpromisedthemtohimatChristmas."

           "Books!"criedtheelderladyindignantly,"Books,whenthewholehousewantsbread!Books,whentokeepyouandyoursoninluxury,andyourdearfatheroutofgaol,I’vesoldeverytrinketIhad,theIndiashawlfrommybackevendowntotheveryspoons,thatourtradesmenmightn’tinsultus,andthatMr.Clapp,whichindeedheisjustlyentitled,beingnotahardlandlord,andacivilman,andafather,mighthavehisrent.Oh,Amelia!youbreakmyheartwithyourbooksandthatboyofyours,whomyouareruining,thoughpartwithhimyouwillnot.Oh,Amelia,mayGodsendyouamoredutifulchildthanIhavehad!There’sJos,desertshisfatherinhisoldage;andthere’sGeorge,whomightbeprovidedfor,andwhomightberich,goingtoschoollikealord,withagoldwatchandchainroundhisneck—whilemydear,dearoldmaniswithoutash—shilling."HystericsobsandcriesendedMrs.Sedley’sspeech—itechoedthrougheveryroominthesmallhouse,whereoftheotherfemaleinmatesheardeverywordofthecolloquy.

           "Oh,Mother,Mother!"criedpoorAmeliainreply."Youtoldmenothing—I—Ipromisedhimthebooks.I—Ionlysoldmyshawlthismorning

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