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Another agony for mammy ensued, nor could Aurelia leave the child till
sleep had hushed the wailings. Then only could she take her little
writing-case to begin her letter to Betty. It would be an expensive
luxury to her family, but she knew how it would be longed for; and
though she cried a good deal over her writing, she felt as if she
ought to make the best of her position, for had not Betty said it
was for her father's sake? No, her tears must not blot the paper,
to distress those loving hearts. Yet how the drops _would_ come,
gathering fast and blinding her! Presently, through the window,
came the sweet mysterious strains of the violin, not terrifying her
as before, but filling her with an inexpressible sense of peace and
calmness. She sat listening almost as one in a dream, with her pen
suspended, and when the spell was broken by Molly's entrance with
her supper, she went on in a much more cheerful strain than she had
begun. It was dull, and it was a pity that her grand wardrobe, to
say nothing of Betty's good advice, should be wasted, but her sister
would rejoice in her seclusion from the grand, fashionable world,
and her heart went out to the poor little neglected children, whose
mother could not bear the sight of them.
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