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Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician by Marietta Holley
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he looked most exactly like Paul,--the same sort of a irresolute,
handsome, weak, fascinating look to him. And all through them portraits I
could trace that chin and them lips. They would disappear in some of 'em,
but crop out agin further back. And I asked the housekeeper, who had
always lived in the family, and wus proud of it, but honest; and she knew
the story of the hull Slide race.

And she said that every one of 'em that had that face had traits
accordin'; and most every one of 'em got into trouble of some kind.

One or two of 'em, specially guarded, I s'pose, by good influences, got
along with no further trouble than the loss of the chin, and the feelin'
they must have had inside of 'em, that they wuz liable to crumple right
down any minute.

And as they wus made with jest them looks, and jest them traits, born so,
entirely unbeknown to them, I don't know as I can blame Cicely for feelin'
as she did. If temptation hadn't stood right in the road in front of him,
why, he'd have got along, and lived happy. That's Cicely's idee. And I
don't know but she's in the right ont.

But as I said, when her child wus about four years old, Cicely took a
turn, and begun to get all worked up and excited by turns a worryin' about
the boy. She'd talk about it a sight to me, and I hearn it from others.

She rousted up out of her deathly weakness and heartbroken, stunted calm,
--for such it seemed to be for the first two or three years after her
husband's death. She seemed to make an effort almost like that of a dead
man throwin' off the icy stupor of death, and risin' up with numbed limbs,
and shakin' off the death-robes, and livin' agin. She rousted up with jest
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