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Hearing the Last of it

           

           Leftalonewithhermother,Louisasawherlyingwithanawfullulluponherface,likeonewhowasfloatingawayuponsomegreatwater,allresistanceover,contenttobecarrieddownthestream.Sheputtheshadowofahandtoherlipsagain,andrecalledher.

           ‘Youweregoingtospeaktome,mother.’

           ‘Eh?Yes,tobesure,mydear.Youknowyourfatherisalmostalwaysawaynow,andthereforeImustwritetohimaboutit.’

           ‘Aboutwhat,mother?Don’tbetroubled.Aboutwhat?’

           ‘Youmustremember,mydear,thatwheneverIhavesaidanything,onanysubject,Ihaveneverheardthelastofit:andconsequently,thatIhavelongleftoffsayinganything.’

           ‘Icanhearyou,mother.’But,itwasonlybydintofbendingdowntoherear,andatthesametimeattentivelywatchingthelipsastheymoved,thatshecouldlinksuchfaintandbrokensoundsintoanychainofconnexion.

           ‘Youlearntagreatdeal,Louisa,andsodidyourbrother.Ologiesofallkindsfrommorningtonight.IfthereisanyOlogyleft,ofanydescription,thathasnotbeenworntoragsinthishouse,allIcansayis,IhopeIshallneverhearitsname.’

           ‘Icanhearyou,mother,whenyouhavestrengthtogoon.’This,tokeepherfromfloatingaway.

           ‘ButthereissomethingnotanOlogyatallthatyourfatherhasmissed,orforgotten,Louisa.Idon’tknowwhatitis.IhaveoftensatwithSissynearme,andthoughtaboutit.Ishallnevergetitsnamenow.Butyourfathermay.Itmakesmerestless.Iwanttowritetohim,tofindoutforGod’ssake,whatitis

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