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Oliver
hastened
to
comply
with
her
request
.
The
young
lady
,
making
an
effort
to
recover
her
cheerfulness
,
strove
to
play
some
livelier
tune
;
but
her
fingers
dropped
powerless
over
the
keys
.
Covering
her
face
with
her
hands
,
she
sank
upon
a
sofa
,
and
gave
vent
to
the
tears
which
she
was
now
unable
to
repress
.
'
My
child
!
'
said
the
elderly
lady
,
folding
her
arms
about
her
,
'
I
never
saw
you
so
before
.
'
'
I
would
not
alarm
you
if
I
could
avoid
it
,
'
rejoined
Rose
;
'
but
indeed
I
have
tried
very
hard
,
and
can
not
help
this
.
I
fear
I
AM
ill
,
aunt
.
'
She
was
,
indeed
;
for
,
when
candles
were
brought
,
they
saw
that
in
the
very
short
time
which
had
elapsed
since
their
return
home
,
the
hue
of
her
countenance
had
changed
to
a
marble
whiteness
.
Its
expression
had
lost
nothing
of
its
beauty
;
but
it
was
changed
;
and
there
was
an
anxious
haggard
look
about
the
gentle
face
,
which
it
had
never
worn
before
.
Another
minute
,
and
it
was
suffused
with
a
crimson
flush
:
and
a
heavy
wildness
came
over
the
soft
blue
eye
.
Again
this
disappeared
,
like
the
shadow
thrown
by
a
passing
cloud
;
and
she
was
once
more
deadly
pale
.
Oliver
,
who
watched
the
old
lady
anxiously
,
observed
that
she
was
alarmed
by
these
appearances
;
and
so
in
truth
,
was
he
;
but
seeing
that
she
affected
to
make
light
of
them
,
he
endeavoured
to
do
the
same
,
and
they
so
far
succeeded
,
that
when
Rose
was
persuaded
by
her
aunt
to
retire
for
the
night
,
she
was
in
better
spirits
;
and
appeared
even
in
better
health
:
assuring
them
that
she
felt
certain
she
should
rise
in
the
morning
,
quite
well
.
'
I
hope
,
'
said
Oliver
,
when
Mrs.
Maylie
returned
,
'
that
nothing
is
the
matter
?
She
do
n't
look
well
to-night
,
but
--
'
The
old
lady
motioned
to
him
not
to
speak
;
and
sitting
herself
down
in
a
dark
corner
of
the
room
,
remained
silent
for
some
time
.
At
length
,
she
said
,
in
a
trembling
voice
:
'
I
hope
not
,
Oliver
.
I
have
been
very
happy
with
her
for
some
years
:
too
happy
,
perhaps
.
It
may
be
time
that
I
should
meet
with
some
misfortune
;
but
I
hope
it
is
not
this
.
'
'
What
?
'
inquired
Oliver
.
