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Reade, Charles, 1814-1884

"White Lies"

The doctor says he'll be bound to save him. I must
run and tell Jacintha. She is taking on in the kitchen."
Josephine, who had risen eagerly from her despairing posture, clasped
her hands together, then lifted up her voice and wept. "He will live! he
will live!"
When she had wept a long while, she said to Rose, "Come, sister, help
your poor Josephine."
"Yes, love, what shall we do?"
"My duty," faltered Josephine. "An hour ago it seemed so sweet," and
she fell to weeping patiently again. They went to Josephine's room. She
crept slowly to a wardrobe, and took out a gray silk dress.
"Oh, never mind for to-day," cried Rose.
"Help me, Rose. It is for myself as well; to remind me every moment I am
Madame Raynal."
They put the gray gown on her, both weeping patiently. It will be known
at the last day, all that honest women have suffered weeping silently in
this noisy world.

Camille soon recovered his senses and a portion of his strength: then
the irritation of his wound brought on fever. This in turn retired
before the doctor's remedies and a sound constitution, but it left
behind it a great weakness and general prostration.


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