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The Children's Pilgrimage by L. T. Meade
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worry about nothing, for Jane will fetch you a nice cup of tea, and
then see how pleasant you'll feel."

The kind-hearted girl hurried away, and Cecile was left alone in the
now quiet attic.

What thing had happened to her? What weight was at her heart? She
had a desire, not a keen desire, but still a feeling that it would
give her pleasure to be lying in the grave by her father's side. She
felt that she did not much care for anyone, that anything now might
happen without exciting her. Why was not her heart beating with love
for Maurice and Toby? Why had all hope, all longing, died within her?
Ah! she knew the reason. It came back to her slowly, slowly, but
surely. All that dreadful scene, all those moments of suspense too
terrible even to be borne, they returned to her memory.

Her Russia-leather purse of gold and notes were gone, the fifteen
pounds she was to spend in looking for Lovedy, the forty pounds she
was to give as her dead mother's dying gift to the wandering girl,
had vanished. Cecile felt that as surely as if she had flung it into
the sea, was that purse now lost. She had broken her promise, her
solemn, solemn promise to the dead; everything, therefore, was now
over for her in life.

When Jane came back with the nice hot tea, Cecile received it with a
wan smile. But there was such a look of utter, unchildlike despair in
her lovely eyes that, as the handmaiden expressed it, telling the
tale afterward, her heart went up into her mouth with pity.

"Cecile," said the young woman, when the tea-drinking had come to an
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