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What the mental and bodily agony of that
one hour was, you can better understand than
Ican describe. He was fully conscious that he
was dying—and he knew all the misery that was
to.follow. .

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CHAPTER IV.

‘Mary my dear niece,” said Charles Adams,
as he seated himself by her side; ‘ my dear,
dear niece, can you fix your thoughts, and give
me your attention for halfan hour, now that all
is over, and the demands of the world press upon
us. I want to speak about the future. Your
mother bursts into such fits of despair that I can
do nothing with her; and your brother is so
ungovernable—talks as if he could command
the bank of England, and is so full of his mo-
ther’s connexions and their influence, that I
have left him to himself. Can you, my dear
Mary, restrain your feelings, and give me your
attention ¢”

Mary Adams looked firmly in her uncle’s
face, and said, “I will try. I have been think-

ing and planning all the morning, but I do not
’ know how to begin being useful. If I once be-
gan, I could go on. The sooner we are out of
this huge expensive house the better; if I could

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