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Mrs. Lind waddled hastily across the deck and squeezed herself down the narrow stairway. “I’m mighty glad of that,” said Whitney. “But go on; I won’t interrupt any more.” “Yes,” said Johnny Blossom..
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Emilia saw the time of madame's departure approach with increased distress. They left each other with a mutual sorrow, which did honour to their hearts. When her last friend was gone, Emilia wandered through the forsaken apartments, where she had been accustomed to converse with Julia, and to receive consolation and sympathy from her dear instructress, with a kind of anguish known only to those who have experienced a similar situation. Madame pursued her journey with a heavy heart. Separated from the objects of her fondest affections, and from the scenes and occupations for which long habit had formed claims upon her heart, she seemed without interest and without motive for exertion. The world appeared a wide and gloomy desert, where no heart welcomed her with kindness—no countenance brightened into smiles at her approach. It was many years since she quitted Calini—and in the interval, death had swept away the few friends she left there. The future presented a melancholy scene; but she had the retrospect of years spent in honorable endeavour and strict integrity, to cheer her heart and encouraged her hopes. Cease your ruin! spectres dire! “Yes, but I just forgot it for a minute or two, Mother.” Johnny Blossom looked up wistfully but dubiously. Probably he was too dirty..
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