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the typhus fever while visiting among the poor of a large manufacturing town where his curacy was situated, and where that disease was then prevalent: that my mother took the infection from him, and both died within a month of each other. Bessie, when she heard this narrative, sighed and said, Poor Miss Jane is to be pitied, too, Abbot. Yes, responded Abbot; if she were a nice, pretty child, one might compassionate her forlornness; but one really cannot care for such a little toad as that. Not a great deal, to be sure, agreed Bessie: at any rate, a beauty like Miss Georgiana would be more moving in the same condition. Yes, I doat on Miss Georgiana! cried the fervent Abbot. Little darling!with her long curls and her blue eyes, and such a sweet colour as she has; just as if she were painted!Bessie, I could fancy a Welsh rabbit for supper. So could Iwith a roast onion. Come, well go down. They went. |
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