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AGNES GREY.
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My mother and sister both met me in the passage—sad—silent—pale! I was so much shocked and terror-stricken I could not speak to ask the information I so much longed yet dreaded to obtain.
"Agnes," said my mother, struggling to repress some strong emotion.
"Oh, Agnes!" cried Mary, and burst into tears.
"How is he?" I asked, gasping for the answer.
"Dead!"
It was the reply I had anticipated; but the shock seemed none the less tremendous.
