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," replied Beatrice; "thou wouldst not be able to see it." "Can't I see any thing you can?" demanded Eva, irritably. "Why, no!" said Marie, with a fresh burst: "canst thou see thine own face?" "What a silly child, to make such a speech as that!" "No, Eva," said Beatrice, trying to stifle her laughter, increased by Marie's witticism: "the child is any thing but silly." "Well, I think you are all very silly, and I shall not talk to you any more," retorted Eva, endeavouring to cover her retreat; but she was answered only by a third explosion from Marie. Half an hour later, the Countess, entering her bed-chamber, was startled to find a girl crouched down by the side of the bed, her face hidden in the coverlet, and her sunny cedar hair flowing over it in disorder. "Why, what--Magot! my darling Magot! what aileth thee, my white dove?" Margaret lifted her head when her mother spoke. She had not been shedding tears. Perhaps she might have looked less terribly wan and woeful if she had done so. "Pardon me, Lady! I came here to be alone." The Countess sat down in the low curule chair beside her bed, and drew her daughter close. Margaret laid her head, with a weary sigh, on her mother's knee, and cowered down again at her feet. "And what made thee wish to be alone, my rosebud?" "Something that somebody said." "Has any one been speaking unkindly to my little one?" "No, no. They did not mean to be unkind. Oh dear no! nothing of the sort. But--things sting--when people do not mean it." The Countess softly stroked the cedar hair. She hardly understood the explanation. Things of that sort did not sting her. But this she understood and felt full sympathy with--that her one cherished darling was in trouble. "Who was it, Magot?" "Do not ask me, Lady. I did not mean to complain of any one. And nobody intended to hurt me." "What did she say?" "She said,"--something like a sob came here--"that I was one who could settle to work, and get interested in other things, and forget a lost love. But, she said, it would kill her in a month." "Well, darling? I began to hope that was true." "No," came in a very low voice. It was not a quick, warm denial like that of Eva, yet one which sounded far more hopelessly conclusive. "No. O Mother, no!" "And thou art still fretting in secret, my dove?" "I do not know about fretting. I think that is too energetic a word. It would be better to s
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