"
"Aunt Hester says that he asked for me very soon after I returned
last night. I am so sorry that she did not awaken me." The girl
looked sad indeed and to a more sensitive woman it would have been a
keen reproach, but Mrs. Verne was wrapt up in self and wished no
other feeling to find a shelter within her breast.
Some days passed and no great change had taken place in Mr. Verne
yet the physician did not pronounce his case as hopeless.
"We are all doing our best and I trust that there will soon be a
favorable change."
Marguerite Verne heard those words with a deep sigh, yet she was
calm, and composed and even smiled at the eulogism passed upon her
skill in the many duties of the sick chamber.
It was only when in her own room and none were near to witness her
grief that she showed the weak side of her nature.
Many weary hours she lay and prayed that God would give her strength
to go through the sad and painful duty that ever and anon rose up
before her with a vividness that was cruel as death.
"I cannot meet Mr. Lawson without a shudder!" she murmured between
sobs of deep and poignant anguish, "and I love him as I shall never
love another--but he shall never know it--ah no.
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