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She
grows
daily
more
care-worn
and
sad
,
fixing
upon
her
child
alarmed
eyes
,
whereof
the
little
boy
can
not
interpret
the
expression
.
She
starts
up
of
a
night
and
peeps
into
his
room
stealthily
,
to
see
that
he
is
sleeping
and
not
stolen
away
.
She
sleeps
but
little
now
.
A
constant
thought
and
terror
is
haunting
her
.
How
she
weeps
and
prays
in
the
long
silent
nights
--
how
she
tries
to
hide
from
herself
the
thought
which
will
return
to
her
,
that
she
ought
to
part
with
the
boy
,
that
she
is
the
only
barrier
between
him
and
prosperity
.
She
ca
n't
,
she
ca
n't
.
Not
now
,
at
least
.
Some
other
day
.
Oh
!
it
is
too
hard
to
think
of
and
to
bear
.
A
thought
comes
over
her
which
makes
her
blush
and
turn
from
herself
--
her
parents
might
keep
the
annuity
--
the
curate
would
marry
her
and
give
a
home
to
her
and
the
boy
.
But
George
's
picture
and
dearest
memory
are
there
to
rebuke
her
.
Shame
and
love
say
no
to
the
sacrifice
.
She
shrinks
from
it
as
from
something
unholy
,
and
such
thoughts
never
found
a
resting-place
in
that
pure
and
gentle
bosom
.
The
combat
,
which
we
describe
in
a
sentence
or
two
,
lasted
for
many
weeks
in
poor
Amelia
's
heart
,
during
which
she
had
no
confidante
;
indeed
,
she
could
never
have
one
,
as
she
would
not
allow
to
herself
the
possibility
of
yielding
,
though
she
was
giving
way
daily
before
the
enemy
with
whom
she
had
to
battle
.
One
truth
after
another
was
marshalling
itself
silently
against
her
and
keeping
its
ground
.
Poverty
and
misery
for
all
,
want
and
degradation
for
her
parents
,
injustice
to
the
boy
--
one
by
one
the
outworks
of
the
little
citadel
were
taken
,
in
which
the
poor
soul
passionately
guarded
her
only
love
and
treasure
.
At
the
beginning
of
the
struggle
,
she
had
written
off
a
letter
of
tender
supplication
to
her
brother
at
Calcutta
,
imploring
him
not
to
withdraw
the
support
which
he
had
granted
to
their
parents
and
painting
in
terms
of
artless
pathos
their
lonely
and
hapless
condition
.
She
did
not
know
the
truth
of
the
matter
.
The
payment
of
Jos
's
annuity
was
still
regular
,
but
it
was
a
money-lender
in
the
City
who
was
receiving
it
:
old
Sedley
had
sold
it
for
a
sum
of
money
wherewith
to
prosecute
his
bootless
schemes
.
Emmy
was
calculating
eagerly
the
time
that
would
elapse
before
the
letter
would
arrive
and
be
answered
.
She
had
written
down
the
date
in
her
pocket-book
of
the
day
when
she
dispatched
it
.
To
her
son
's
guardian
,
the
good
Major
at
Madras
,
she
had
not
communicated
any
of
her
griefs
and
perplexities
.
She
had
not
written
to
him
since
she
wrote
to
congratulate
him
on
his
approaching
marriage
.
She
thought
with
sickening
despondency
,
that
that
friend
--
the
only
one
,
the
one
who
had
felt
such
a
regard
for
her
--
was
fallen
away
.
One
day
,
when
things
had
come
to
a
very
bad
pass
--
when
the
creditors
were
pressing
,
the
mother
in
hysteric
grief
,
the
father
in
more
than
usual
gloom
,
the
inmates
of
the
family
avoiding
each
other
,
each
secretly
oppressed
with
his
private
unhappiness
and
notion
of
wrong
--
the
father
and
daughter
happened
to
be
left
alone
together
,
and
Amelia
thought
to
comfort
her
father
by
telling
him
what
she
had
done
.
She
had
written
to
Joseph
--
an
answer
must
come
in
three
or
four
months
.
He
was
always
generous
,
though
careless
.
He
could
not
refuse
,
when
he
knew
how
straitened
were
the
circumstances
of
his
parents
.
Then
the
poor
old
gentleman
revealed
the
whole
truth
to
her
--
that
his
son
was
still
paying
the
annuity
,
which
his
own
imprudence
had
flung
away
.
He
had
not
dared
to
tell
it
sooner
.
He
thought
Amelia
's
ghastly
and
terrified
look
,
when
,
with
a
trembling
,
miserable
voice
he
made
the
confession
,
conveyed
reproaches
to
him
for
his
concealment
.
"
Ah
!
"
said
he
with
quivering
lips
and
turning
away
,
"
you
despise
your
old
father
now
!
"
"
Oh
,
papal
it
is
not
that
,
"
Amelia
cried
out
,
falling
on
his
neck
and
kissing
him
many
times
.
"
You
are
always
good
and
kind
.
You
did
it
for
the
best
.
It
is
not
for
the
money
--
it
is
--
my
God
!
my
God
!
have
mercy
upon
me
,
and
give
me
strength
to
bear
this
trial
"
;
and
she
kissed
him
again
wildly
and
went
away
.
