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ties. Elinor looked at her young friend, and smiled. Rosamund was beginning to look grave—but there was a cordial sunshine in the face of Elinor, before which any clouds of reserve, that had been gathering on Rosamund's, soon brake away.
"Does your Grandmother ever go out, Rosamund?"
Margaret prevented the girl's reply by saying—"My dear young Lady, I am an old woman, and very infirm—Rosamund takes me a few paces beyond the door sometimes—but I walk very badly—I love best to sit in our little arbour, when the sun shines—I can yet feel it warm and chearful—and, if I lose the beau-ties
