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'
The
heavy
blow
,
'
said
the
old
lady
,
'
of
losing
the
dear
girl
who
has
so
long
been
my
comfort
and
happiness
.
'
'
Oh
!
God
forbid
!
'
exclaimed
Oliver
,
hastily
.
'
Amen
to
that
,
my
child
!
'
said
the
old
lady
,
wringing
her
hands
.
'
Surely
there
is
no
danger
of
anything
so
dreadful
?
'
said
Oliver
.
'
Two
hours
ago
,
she
was
quite
well
.
'
'
She
is
very
ill
now
,
'
rejoined
Mrs.
Maylies
;
'
and
will
be
worse
,
I
am
sure
.
My
dear
,
dear
Rose
!
Oh
,
what
shall
I
do
without
her
!
'
She
gave
way
to
such
great
grief
,
that
Oliver
,
suppressing
his
own
emotion
,
ventured
to
remonstrate
with
her
;
and
to
beg
,
earnestly
,
that
,
for
the
sake
of
the
dear
young
lady
herself
,
she
would
be
more
calm
.
'
And
consider
,
ma'am
,
'
said
Oliver
,
as
the
tears
forced
themselves
into
his
eyes
,
despite
of
his
efforts
to
the
contrary
.
'
Oh
!
consider
how
young
and
good
she
is
,
and
what
pleasure
and
comfort
she
gives
to
all
about
her
.
I
am
sure
--
certain
--
quite
certain
--
that
,
for
your
sake
,
who
are
so
good
yourself
;
and
for
her
own
;
and
for
the
sake
of
all
she
makes
so
happy
;
she
will
not
die
.
Heaven
will
never
let
her
die
so
young
.
'
'
Hush
!
'
said
Mrs.
Maylie
,
laying
her
hand
on
Oliver
's
head
.
'
You
think
like
a
child
,
poor
boy
.
But
you
teach
me
my
duty
,
notwithstanding
.
I
had
forgotten
it
for
a
moment
,
Oliver
,
but
I
hope
I
may
be
pardoned
,
for
I
am
old
,
and
have
seen
enough
of
illness
and
death
to
know
the
agony
of
separation
from
the
objects
of
our
love
.
