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Lizzy Glenn

Creator: Arthur, T. S. (Timothy Shay), 1809-1885
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And Henry, as he stood frightened in the shop, felt, as the carriage-wheels rattled away, the hope that had awakened faint and trembling in his heart, sinking into the gloom of despair. One who could have told him of his mother; one who, if he had only taken the courage to have mentioned his name, could have taken tidings of his condition to her, or perhaps would have carried him home, had been beside him for half an hour, and he had not spoken out. And now he was gone. He felt so sick and weak that he could hardly stand. From his sad, waking dreams he was roughly startled by the loud, sharp voice of his mistress, who, attracted by the strong expressions of Doctor R--, now entered the shop, exclaiming-- "What's all this? What's that little wretch been doing now, ha?" "I wish I'd never seen him!" muttered Sharp, but in a tone that left no doubt on the mind of his wife that something more than usually annoying had occurred. "What's the matter? What's he been doing? Not stealing, I hope; though I shouldn't wonder." "He's sick, and you've got to take care of him," was the dogged answer of Sharp.
The Emperor

THE EMPEROR, Part 2. By Georg Ebers Volume 6. CHAPTER I. Dame Hannah had watched by Selene till sunrise and indefatigably cooled both her injured foot and the wound in her head. The old physician was not dissatisfied with the condition of his patient, but ordered the widow to lie down for a time and to leave the care of her for a few hours to her young friend. When Mary was alone with the sick girl and had laid the fresh cold handkerchief in its place, Selene turned her face towards her and said: "Then you were at Lochias yesterday. Tell me how you found them all there. Who guided you to our lodgings and did you see my little brother
"Sick! He looks sick, don't he?" The tones of the virago were full of contempt. Any eye but hers would have seen sickness, sorrow, suffering, and want in the pale, frightened face of the poor boy, as he stood trembling beside the counter, and actually clinging to it for support. "Who was that in here, just now?" she added. "Doctor R--, of Boston," replied the hatter, who knew the doctor by sight very well. "What did he want?" "He picked Henry up in the street and took him over to the drug store at the corner. Then he brought him home in his carriage. He says that he must be taken care of, or he will become a cripple; that it's the worst case of chilblains he ever saw; and that his feet are in danger of mortification." "I don't believe a word of it. Here I you go off up-stairs," speaking sharply, and with a threatening look to the child. "I'd like to know what business he has to come here, meddling in affairs that don't concern him."