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Autobiography of a Pocket-Handkerchief by James Fenimore Cooper
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that poverty which actually reigned within. Adrienne went through the
ante-chamber, which served also as a salle a manger, and passed a
small saloon, into the bed-chamber of her parent. Here her mind was
relieved by finding all right. She gave her grandmother some
nourishment, inquired tenderly as to her wishes, executed several little
necessary offices, and then sat down to work for her own daily bread;
every moment being precious to one so situated. I expected to be
examined--perhaps caressed, fondled, or praised, but no such attention
awaited me. Adrienne had arranged every thing in her own mind, and I
was to be produced only at those extra hours in the morning, when she
had been accustomed to take exercise in the open air. For the moment I
was laid aside, though in a place that enabled me to be a witness of all
that occurred. The day passed in patient toil, on the part of the poor
girl, the only relief she enjoyed being those moments when she was
called on to attend to the wants of her grandmother. A light potage, with
a few grapes and bread, composed her dinner; even of these I
observed that she laid aside nearly half for the succeeding day, doubts
of her having the means of supporting her parent until the handkerchief
was completed beginning to beset her mind. It was these painful and
obtrusive doubts that most distressed the dear girl, now, for the
expectation of reaping a reward comparatively brilliant, from the
ingenious device to repair her means on which she had fallen, was
strong within her. Poor child! her misgivings were the overflowings of a
tender heart, while her hopes partook of the sanguine character of youth
and inexperience!

{salle a manger = dining room; salon = living room; potage = soup}

My turn came the following morning. It was now spring, and this is a
season of natural delights at Paris. We were already in April, and the
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