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Still
the
father
did
not
know
what
that
explanation
meant
,
and
the
burst
of
anguish
with
which
the
poor
girl
left
him
.
It
was
that
she
was
conquered
.
The
sentence
was
passed
.
The
child
must
go
from
her
--
to
others
--
to
forget
her
.
Her
heart
and
her
treasure
--
her
joy
,
hope
,
love
,
worship
--
her
God
,
almost
!
She
must
give
him
up
,
and
then
--
and
then
she
would
go
to
George
,
and
they
would
watch
over
the
child
and
wait
for
him
until
he
came
to
them
in
Heaven
.
She
put
on
her
bonnet
,
scarcely
knowing
what
she
did
,
and
went
out
to
walk
in
the
lanes
by
which
George
used
to
come
back
from
school
,
and
where
she
was
in
the
habit
of
going
on
his
return
to
meet
the
boy
.
It
was
May
,
a
half-holiday
.
The
leaves
were
all
coming
out
,
the
weather
was
brilliant
;
the
boy
came
running
to
her
flushed
with
health
,
singing
,
his
bundle
of
school-books
hanging
by
a
thong
.
There
he
was
.
Both
her
arms
were
round
him
.
No
,
it
was
impossible
.
They
could
not
be
going
to
part
.
"
What
is
the
matter
,
Mother
?
"
said
he
;
"
you
look
very
pale
.
"
"
Nothing
,
my
child
,
"
she
said
and
stooped
down
and
kissed
him
.
That
night
Amelia
made
the
boy
read
the
story
of
Samuel
to
her
,
and
how
Hannah
,
his
mother
,
having
weaned
him
,
brought
him
to
Eli
the
High
Priest
to
minister
before
the
Lord
.
And
he
read
the
song
of
gratitude
which
Hannah
sang
,
and
which
says
,
who
it
is
who
maketh
poor
and
maketh
rich
,
and
bringeth
low
and
exalteth
--
how
the
poor
shall
be
raised
up
out
of
the
dust
,
and
how
,
in
his
own
might
,
no
man
shall
be
strong
.
Then
he
read
how
Samuel
's
mother
made
him
a
little
coat
and
brought
it
to
him
from
year
to
year
when
she
came
up
to
offer
the
yearly
sacrifice
.
And
then
,
in
her
sweet
simple
way
,
George
's
mother
made
commentaries
to
the
boy
upon
this
affecting
story
.
How
Hannah
,
though
she
loved
her
son
so
much
,
yet
gave
him
up
because
of
her
vow
.
And
how
she
must
always
have
thought
of
him
as
she
sat
at
home
,
far
away
,
making
the
little
coat
;
and
Samuel
,
she
was
sure
,
never
forgot
his
mother
;
and
how
happy
she
must
have
been
as
the
time
came
(
and
the
years
pass
away
very
quick
)
when
she
should
see
her
boy
and
how
good
and
wise
he
had
grown
.
This
little
sermon
she
spoke
with
a
gentle
solemn
voice
,
and
dry
eyes
,
until
she
came
to
the
account
of
their
meeting
--
then
the
discourse
broke
off
suddenly
,
the
tender
heart
overflowed
,
and
taking
the
boy
to
her
breast
,
she
rocked
him
in
her
arms
and
wept
silently
over
him
in
a
sainted
agony
of
tears
.
Her
mind
being
made
up
,
the
widow
began
to
take
such
measures
as
seemed
right
to
her
for
advancing
the
end
which
she
proposed
.
One
day
,
Miss
Osborne
,
in
Russell
Square
(
Amelia
had
not
written
the
name
or
number
of
the
house
for
ten
years
--
her
youth
,
her
early
story
came
back
to
her
as
she
wrote
the
superscription
)
one
day
Miss
Osborne
got
a
letter
from
Amelia
which
made
her
blush
very
much
and
look
towards
her
father
,
sitting
glooming
in
his
place
at
the
other
end
of
the
table
.
In
simple
terms
,
Amelia
told
her
the
reasons
which
had
induced
her
to
change
her
mind
respecting
her
boy
.
Her
father
had
met
with
fresh
misfortunes
which
had
entirely
ruined
him
.
Her
own
pittance
was
so
small
that
it
would
barely
enable
her
to
support
her
parents
and
would
not
suffice
to
give
George
the
advantages
which
were
his
due
.
Great
as
her
sufferings
would
be
at
parting
with
him
she
would
,
by
God
's
help
,
endure
them
for
the
boy
's
sake
.
She
knew
that
those
to
whom
he
was
going
would
do
all
in
their
power
to
make
him
happy
.
She
described
his
disposition
,
such
as
she
fancied
it
--
quick
and
impatient
of
control
or
harshness
,
easily
to
be
moved
by
love
and
kindness
.
In
a
postscript
,
she
stipulated
that
she
should
have
a
written
agreement
,
that
she
should
see
the
child
as
often
as
she
wished
--
she
could
not
part
with
him
under
any
other
terms
.
"
What
?
Mrs.
Pride
has
come
down
,
has
she
?
"
old
Osborne
said
,
when
with
a
tremulous
eager
voice
Miss
Osborne
read
him
the
letter
.
"
Reg
'
lar
starved
out
,
hey
?
Ha
,
ha
!
I
knew
she
would
.
"
He
tried
to
keep
his
dignity
and
to
read
his
paper
as
usual
--
but
he
could
not
follow
it
.
He
chuckled
and
swore
to
himself
behind
the
sheet
.
At
last
he
flung
it
down
and
,
scowling
at
his
daughter
,
as
his
wont
was
,
went
out
of
the
room
into
his
study
adjoining
,
from
whence
he
presently
returned
with
a
key
.
He
flung
it
to
Miss
Osborne
.
