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THE BATTLE OF LIFE. |
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namesake here—if Alfred, my kind brother, were not your own fond husband—from whence could I derive the ecstasy I feel tonight ! But as I left here, so I have returned. My heart has known no other love, my hand has never been bestowed |
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apart from it: I am still your maiden sister, unmarried, j unbetrothed: your own old loving Marion, in whose affection you exist alone, and have no partner, Grace !"
She understood her now. Her face relaxed; sobs came to her relief; and falling on her neck, she wept and wept, and fondled her as if she were a child again.
When they were more composed, they found that the Doctor, and his sister good Aunt Martha, were standing near at hand, with Alfred.
" This is a weary day for me,"said good Aunt Martha, smiling through her tears, as she embraced her nieces; " for |
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I lose my dear |
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companion in
making you all happy ; and what can you give me in return for my Marion ?"
"A converted brother," said the Doctor. |
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