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although she could not subdue her sorrow, she
exerted herself, not unsuccessfully, to check all
fretfulness and impatience.

It was November, and the weather was quite
cold, when Mr. Lovett’s family returned to the
city. Lucy had by this time become so much
accustomed to her crutches that she moved easily
with them in her own room, but she had not
yet ventured to try them abroad. Dr. Foster,
on visiting her in New York, advised that she
should walk out every day, as exercise in the
open air was necessary to the recovery of her
health, and the frequent use of her cramped limbs
gave the only hope of overcoming her lameness.
Searcely any degree of pain and illness could
have been so terrible to Lucy as this demand that
she should walk out. She had shrunk from it in
the country ; how much more she must do so in
the city, where there were hundreds in every
street to gaze at, perhaps to ridicule, the lame
girl, may be easily imagined. This distressing
apprehension was another painful consequence
of Lucy’s vanity. She had been so much accus-
tomed to consider herself as an object of gencral