The Craze of Christina — page 188: what you’re looking at

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184 The Craze of Christina. of the letter that still littered the floor of the hall. ‘*‘I—I tore it up,’’ he faltered. ‘‘Without reading it? Oh! but did not the landlord tell you?’’ ‘IT did not listen to him. Miss Pratt is here, then?’’ and the light came back into his eyes. ‘‘Why, yes, of course, and oh, Mr. Clifford, come upstairs, pray. Do help us, ;we are in such dreadful trouble,’ and Ella began to ery. **My dear Miss Ella,’’ and he took her hand, “‘of course I will help you; what is it?”’ “Our dear, dear father died this morning! The hurried journey was too much for him—he had an attack of the heart—and he has suc- cumbed. You will stay and help us, won’t you?”’ He followed her upstairs in horrified silence, Gomichooksnco