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Chapter II.
Flight.
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HEN father gets home I shall have somebody to pity me, and care for me," Nattie kept thinking, as the long, slow hours wore away, and even ing approached.
It filled her with anger and jealousy to see the care and attention bestowed on 'mother's room,' while she sat, quite unnoticed, in her corner. She began to feel herself to be the most abused person in the house. No doubt, her face smarted; but that was a trifle, compared with the serious effects of the fit of coughing upon her invalid mother. The poor woman was quite prostrated
