Yes, you love me, or you would not read my face like
this. It is true, I am a little--Oh, nurse, I am unhappy;" and in a
moment she was weeping and sobbing in Mrs. Wilson's arms.
The Amazon sat down with her, and rocked to and fro with her as if she
was still a child. "Don't check it, my lamb," said she; "have a good
cry; never drive a cry back on your heart"; and so Lucy sobbed and
sobbed, and Mrs. Wilson rocked her.
When she had done sobbing she put up a grateful face and kissed Mrs.
Wilson. But the good woman would not let her go. She still rocked with
her, and said, "Ay, ay, it wasn't for nothing I was drawed so to go to
your house that day. I didn't know you were there; but I was drawed. I
WAS WANTED. Tell me all, my lamb; never keep grief on your heart; give
it a vent; put a part on't on me; I do claim it; you will see how much
lighter your heart will feel. Is it a young man?"
"Oh no, no; I hate young men; I wish there were no such things. But for
them no dissension could ever have entered the house. My uncle and
aunt both loved me once, and oh! they were so kind to me. Yes; since
you permit me, I will tell you all."
And she told her a part.
She told her the whole Talboys and Hardie part.
Mrs. Wilson took a broad and somewhat vulgar view of the distress.
"Why, Miss Lucy," said she, "if that is all, you can soon sew up their
stockings. You don't depend on _them,_ anyways: you are a young
lady of property."
"Oh, am I?"
"Sure.
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