This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...of the country; and Mrs. Clifford, from seeing her returned to her native village, supposed she must have quitted it. When they were quite close to her, Clara suddenly raised her head, and on catching sight of Mrs. Clifford and Nora she coloured, and would have turned away, but Mrs. Clifford said, in a kind voice, "How ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...of the country; and Mrs. Clifford, from seeing her returned to her native village, supposed she must have quitted it. When they were quite close to her, Clara suddenly raised her head, and on catching sight of Mrs. Clifford and Nora she coloured, and would have turned away, but Mrs. Clifford said, in a kind voice, "How do you do, Clara? I hope you are well?" Clara stopped, replied, "Very well, ma'am, thank you," and gazed in a strange way at Mrs. Clifford and her daughter. She did not know of little Flory's death, and was surprised to see them dressed in deep mourning. "I hope you've not lost any of your friends?" she said, doubtfully. A shade passed over Mrs. Clifford's face, and it was a minute or two before she was able to reply: "Yes, Clara, we have lost one of our dearest." "How is Miss Florence?" asked Clara, a sudden pang crossing her mind, as the sweet child had always been a favourite with her. "In heaven," sobbed the bereaved mother, completely overcome. Clara burst into tears--tears of grief and sympathy, and inquired, "When was it?" "Six weeks ago," said Mrs. Clifford, in a low voice. "She died of croup." "Oh! ma'am, I'm truly sorry for your trouble." "I do not sorrow as those without hope, Clara. I have an unfailing Comforter." "She was a lovely child," said Clara. "The grace of God made her indeed a sweet little creature--she fell asleep in Jesus," said Mrs. Clifford, with a fresh burst of grief. There was a silence, and Mrs. Clifford asked Clara had she given up her situation. "Yes, ma'am; it didn't suit me at all, and I hope I'll be able to find one somewhere hereabouts." "It would be pleasanter for...
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