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They
sat
,
listening
,
and
afraid
to
speak
,
for
hours
The
untasted
meal
was
removed
,
with
looks
which
showed
that
their
thoughts
were
elsewhere
,
they
watched
the
sun
as
he
sank
lower
and
lower
,
and
,
at
length
,
cast
over
sky
and
earth
those
brilliant
hues
which
herald
his
departure
.
Their
quick
ears
caught
the
sound
of
an
approaching
footstep
.
They
both
involuntarily
darted
to
the
door
,
as
Mr.
Losberne
entered
.
'
What
of
Rose
?
'
cried
the
old
lady
.
'
Tell
me
at
once
!
I
can
bear
it
;
anything
but
suspense
!
Oh
!
,
tell
me
!
in
the
name
of
Heaven
!
'
'
You
must
compose
yourself
,
'
said
the
doctor
supporting
her
.
'
Be
calm
,
my
dear
ma'am
,
pray
.
'
'
Let
me
go
,
in
God
's
name
!
My
dear
child
!
She
is
dead
!
She
is
dying
!
'
'
No
!
'
cried
the
doctor
,
passionately
.
'
As
He
is
good
and
merciful
,
she
will
live
to
bless
us
all
,
for
years
to
come
.
'
The
lady
fell
upon
her
knees
,
and
tried
to
fold
her
hands
together
;
but
the
energy
which
had
supported
her
so
long
,
fled
up
to
Heaven
with
her
first
thanksgiving
;
and
she
sank
into
the
friendly
arms
which
were
extended
to
receive
her
.
It
was
almost
too
much
happiness
to
bear
.
Oliver
felt
stunned
and
stupefied
by
the
unexpected
intelligence
;
he
could
not
weep
,
or
speak
,
or
rest
.
He
had
scarcely
the
power
of
understanding
anything
that
had
passed
,
until
,
after
a
long
ramble
in
the
quiet
evening
air
,
a
burst
of
tears
came
to
his
relief
,
and
he
seemed
to
awaken
,
all
at
once
,
to
a
full
sense
of
the
joyful
change
that
had
occurred
,
and
the
almost
insupportable
load
of
anguish
which
had
been
taken
from
his
breast
.
The
night
was
fast
closing
in
,
when
he
returned
homeward
:
laden
with
flowers
which
he
had
culled
,
with
peculiar
care
,
for
the
adornment
of
the
sick
chamber
.
As
he
walked
briskly
along
the
road
,
he
heard
behind
him
,
the
noise
of
some
vehicle
,
approaching
at
a
furious
pace
.
Looking
round
,
he
saw
that
it
was
a
post-chaise
,
driven
at
great
speed
;
and
as
the
horses
were
galloping
,
and
the
road
was
narrow
,
he
stood
leaning
against
a
gate
until
it
should
have
passed
him
.
As
it
dashed
on
,
Oliver
caught
a
glimpse
of
a
man
in
a
white
nitecap
,
whose
face
seemed
familiar
to
him
,
although
his
view
was
so
brief
that
he
could
not
identify
the
person
.
In
another
second
or
two
,
the
nightcap
was
thrust
out
of
the
chaise-window
,
and
a
stentorian
voice
bellowed
to
the
driver
to
stop
:
which
he
did
,
as
soon
as
he
could
pull
up
his
horses
.
Then
,
the
nightcap
once
again
appeared
:
and
the
same
voice
called
Oliver
by
his
name
.
