At the Mercy of Tiberius by Augusta J. (Augusta Jane) Evans
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see the tall form, which paused before her, until a hand was laid on
the steel plate. "Mrs. Emmet, will you please be so good as to go up after a while, and see if mother needs anything?" "Certainly, Miss, if I am here, but I have some sewing to carry home this afternoon." "I shall not be absent more than two hours. To-night I am going South, to attend to some business; and mother tells me you have promised to wait upon her, and allow your daughter Maggie to sleep on a pallet by her bed, while I am gone. I cannot tell you how grateful I shall be for any kindness you may show her, and I wish you would send the baby often to her room, as he is so sweet and cunning, and his merry ways amuse her." "Yes, I will do all I can. We poor folks who have none of this world's goods, ought to be rich at least in sympathy and pity for each other's suffering, for it is about all we have to share. Don't you worry and fret, for I will see your ma has what she needs. I was mothered by the best woman God ever made, and since she died, every sick mother I see has a sort of claim on my heart." Pausing an instant to adjust the tucker of her machine, Mrs. Emmet looked up, and involuntarily the women shook hands, as if sealing a compact. It was a long walk to the building whither Beryl directed her steps, and as she passed through the rear entrance of a large and |
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