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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1873 edition. Excerpt: ...be hurt." 13. Her arms were thrown around my neck, as she asked me if I would take her with me the next time. "I don't like to be left alone," she said, plaintively. "You mil take me; won't you?" My tears almost prevented me from speaking, but I promised her she should go when she got well. 14. Alas! she was not permitted to be my companion again. O, how I prayed that her young life might be spared, that I might recompense her for all the unkindness and neglect which I had shown to her! But this was not to be. Every day she grew worse, till the solemn end approached. 15. The last words she ever said to me were, "When I get well, you will take me with you; won't you?" I remember some one coming to my bedside in the night, and telling me she was dead. As she lay in her little coffin, how placid she looked! And, as I bent over her, in the agony of my grief, she seemed to smile upon me, as if every impression of my unkindness had gone forever. 16. Spring came ere I ventured into the woods again; it was for violets to plant about her grave. Often did I look upon the spot where I left her alone in her childish sorrow; but alas! she was not there. What would I not have given to unsay those harsh words! What would I not give now? 17. Years have gone by; and the grave about which I planted the violets is a long way from me now; but I think of it often, and never without a shadow falling on my heart. Her life was short, but she died while splendor was in the morning clouds; while I, lingering on until the noon is past, have felt the heat and burden of the day. Away in the distance lies the memory of her life, bordering my own, like a beam of beautiful light; but from her grave stretches a shadow that would reach...
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