The Trial by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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and get a night's rest while you can.'
'You won't stay up, papa.' 'I--why, it is all I can do not to fall asleep on my feet. Good night, children.' 'He does not trust himself to think or to fear,' said Ethel. 'Too much depends on him to let himself be unstrung.' 'But, Ethel, you will not leave, dear Aubrey.' 'I shall keep his door open and mine; but papa is right, and it will not do to waste one's strength. In case I should not see you before you go--' 'Oh, but, Ethel, I shall come back! Don't, pray don't tell me to stay away. Richard will have to keep away for Daisy's sake, and you can't do all alone--nurse Aubrey and attend to papa. Say that I may come back.' Well, Mary, I think you might,' said Ethel, after a moment's thought. 'If it were only Aubrey, I could manage for him; but I am more anxious about papa.' 'You don't think he is going to have it?' 'Oh no, no,' said Ethel, 'he is what he calls himself, a seasoned vessel; but he will be terribly overworked, and unhappy, and he must not come home and find no one to talk to or to look cheerful. So, |
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