Paul Prescott's Charge by Horatio Alger
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his jacket, which she dusted while he was performing his ablutions.
Then, with the help of a comb to arrange his disordered hair, he seemed quite like a new boy, and felt quite refreshed by the operation. "Really, it improves him very much," said Hester to herself. She couldn't help recalling a boy of her own,--the only child she ever had,--who had been accidentally drowned when about the age of Paul. "If he had only lived," she thought, "how different might have been our lives." A thought came into her mind, and she looked earnestly at Paul. "I--yes I will speak to Hugh about it," she said, speaking aloud, unconsciously. "Did you speak to me?" asked Paul. "No,--I was thinking of something." She observed that Paul was looking rather wistfully at a loaf of bread on the table. "Don't you feel hungry?" she asked, kindly. "I dare say you have had no breakfast." "I have eaten nothing since yesterday afternoon." |
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