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I felt no fear, "Elinor," she said, "for my sake take care of young Allan,"—and I awoke with calm feelings.
Maria! shall not the meeting of blessed spirits, think you, be something like this?—I think, I could even now behold my Mother without dread—I would ask pardon of her for all my past omissions of duty, for all the little asperities in my temper, which have so often grieved her gentle spirit when living. Maria! I think she would not turn away from me.
Oftentimes a feeling, more vivid than memory, brings her before me—I see her sit in her old elbowchair—
