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I
have
seen
enough
,
too
,
to
know
that
it
is
not
always
the
youngest
and
best
who
are
spared
to
those
that
love
them
;
but
this
should
give
us
comfort
in
our
sorrow
;
for
Heaven
is
just
;
and
such
things
teach
us
,
impressively
,
that
there
is
a
brighter
world
than
this
;
and
that
the
passage
to
it
is
speedy
.
God
's
will
be
done
!
I
love
her
;
and
He
know
how
well
!
'
Oliver
was
surprised
to
see
that
as
Mrs.
Maylie
said
these
words
,
she
checked
her
lamentations
as
though
by
one
effort
;
and
drawing
herself
up
as
she
spoke
,
became
composed
and
firm
.
He
was
still
more
astonished
to
find
that
this
firmness
lasted
;
and
that
,
under
all
the
care
and
watching
which
ensued
,
Mrs.
Maylie
was
every
ready
and
collected
:
performing
all
the
duties
which
had
devolved
upon
her
,
steadily
,
and
,
to
all
external
appearances
,
even
cheerfully
.
But
he
was
young
,
and
did
not
know
what
strong
minds
are
capable
of
,
under
trying
circumstances
.
How
should
he
,
when
their
possessors
so
seldom
know
themselves
?
An
anxious
night
ensued
.
When
morning
came
,
Mrs.
Maylie
's
predictions
were
but
too
well
verified
.
Rose
was
in
the
first
stage
of
a
high
and
dangerous
fever
.
'
We
must
be
active
,
Oliver
,
and
not
give
way
to
useless
grief
,
'
said
Mrs.
Maylie
,
laying
her
finger
on
her
lip
,
as
she
looked
steadily
into
his
face
;
'
this
letter
must
be
sent
,
with
all
possible
expedition
,
to
Mr.
Losberne
.
It
must
be
carried
to
the
market-town
:
which
is
not
more
than
four
miles
off
,
by
the
footpath
across
the
field
:
and
thence
dispatched
,
by
an
express
on
horseback
,
straight
to
Chertsey
.
The
people
at
the
inn
will
undertake
to
do
this
:
and
I
can
trust
to
you
to
see
it
done
,
I
know
.
'
Oliver
could
make
no
reply
,
but
looked
his
anxiety
to
be
gone
at
once
.
'
Here
is
another
letter
,
'
said
Mrs.
Maylie
,
pausing
to
reflect
;
'
but
whether
to
send
it
now
,
or
wait
until
I
see
how
Rose
goes
on
,
I
scarcely
know
.
I
would
not
forward
it
,
unless
I
feared
the
worst
.
'
'
Is
it
for
Chertsey
,
too
,
ma'am
?
'
inquired
Oliver
;
impatient
to
execute
his
commission
,
and
holding
out
his
trembling
hand
for
the
letter
.
'
No
,
'
replied
the
old
lady
,
giving
it
to
him
mechanically
.
Oliver
glanced
at
it
,
and
saw
that
it
was
directed
to
Harry
Maylie
,
Esquire
,
at
some
great
lord
's
house
in
the
country
;
where
,
he
could
not
make
out
.
'
Shall
it
go
,
ma'am
?
'
asked
Oliver
,
looking
up
,
impatiently
.
