A Peep Behind the Scenes by Mrs O. F. Walton
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would remember this locket and sell it, as he did all my other jewels. It
was hard enough parting with some of them; but I did not care so much so long as I kept this one, for I promised Lucy that morning that I would _never_, _never_ part with it.' 'It is pretty, mammie dear,' said Rosalie. 'Yes, child; it will be yours some day, when I die; remember, it is for you; but you must never let it be sold or pawned, Rosalie, I couldn't bear to think it ever would be. And now we'll put it back again, it won't be safe here; your father might come in any minute.' 'Here's one more parcel, mammie.' 'Yes, keep that out, dear; that's your present,' said her mother. 'I can't give you the locket yet, because I must keep it till I die; but you shall have the other to-day.' She took off the paper, and put into Rosalie's hands a small black Testament. The child opened the book, and read on the fly-leaf, 'Mrs. Augustus Joyce. From her friend Mrs. Bernard, in remembrance of little Arthur, and with the prayer that she may meet her child in heaven.' 'I promised her that I would read it, Rosalie; but I haven't,' said the poor woman. 'I read a few verses the first week she gave it to me, but I've never read it since. I wish I had--oh, I _do_ wish I had!' 'Let me read it to you, mammie dear.' 'That's what I got it out for, darling; you might read a bit of it to me |
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