Remember, if you hear of my doing desperate
deeds it will be through madness to be once more beside you in this
dear old spot."
"Ah, you silly little Madge, you will soon find other attractions
than your prosy dull old father, but you must reserve one little
spot for him."
Mr. Verne glanced at his pure and lovely child, and inwardly invoked
God's blessing, and prayed that she might pass through the many
temptations and dazzling allurements of fashionable follies
unharmed.
"Darling papa, believe me, I care so little for society, so called,
that I would rather spend a few hours each day among my dear home
friends than be lionized in the highest courts in Europe."
"I believe you, my child," said Mr. Verne, placing his hand
reverentially upon Marguerite's head, "but it appears that it is a
duty to go."
"Yes, papa, but I am inclined to be rebellious, and ask you to pray
for me. Sometimes I feel that I am not doing my duty in any way. It
seems so hard to know the way before us."
Marguerite's face had a perplexed look and a shade of gloomy
foreboding succeeded.
"Put your trust in God, my child--never forget Him. He will be your
best Friend, when earthly friends will fail you.
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