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Your daughter is ill? said Mrs. Hilyard;
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she said, touching the widow's arm suddenly with her hand, and suppressing painfully a shrill tone of anguish in her voice which would break through,
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she went on, speaking to herself,
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Who is Miss Smith? asked poor Mrs. Vincent.
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Who are--you? Indeed, I am very sorry to seem rude; but my mind has been so much occupied. Arthur, of course, would know if he were here, but Susan's illness has taken up all my thoughts; and--I beg your pardon--she may want me even now,