"
"Oh, my angel-girl! My angel-girl! Your patient heroism puts me to
the blush, for my heart is crushed in my bosom and my firmness quite
gone!" said Traverse, in a broken voice.
"You will gain firmness, dear Traverse. 'Patient!' I patient! You
should have heard me last night! I was so impatient that Doctor
Williams had to lecture me. But it would be strange if one did not
learn something by suffering. I have been trying all night and day
to school my heart to submission, and I hope I have succeeded,
Traverse. Bless me and bid me good-by."
"The Lord forever bless and keep you, my own dear angel, Clara!"
burst from the lips of Traverse. "The Lord abundantly bless you!"
"And you," said Clara.
"Good-by!--good-by!"
"Good-by!"
And thus they parted.
Clara was hurried away and put into the carriage by her guardian.
Ah, no one but the Lord knew how much it had-cost that poor girl to
maintain her fortitude during that trying scene. She had controlled
herself for the sake of her friends. But now, when she found herself
in the carriage, her long strained nerves gave way--she sank
exhausted and prostrated into the corner of her seat, in the utter
collapse of woe!
But leaving the travelers to pursue their journey, we must go back
to Traverse.
Almost broken-hearted, Traverse returned to Willow Heights to convey
the sad tidings of his disappointment to his mother's ear.
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