Vashti's Fate — page 100: what you’re looking at

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WARNED. 95 stamped down under the ground where I couldn't torment anybody any more. — I wish ‘*Lenore !” in a voice of grave reproof. ‘Tt is no use for me to try and be gcod—didn’t she say it wasn't? And isn’t she sending you off because of it, as _though I was a mad dog and might bite you? Oh, Leon, that is worst of all. You said you would be my brother, and here you are going where I shall never see you again.” ‘‘Tenore, listen to me—be still and listen to me. I am not going, do you hear that? Not now, I mean, not an instant sooner for what Margery told me; and when I do go, it will not be forever, by any means. [I shall come often to see you; I shall write to you. Does that comfort you any? What! crying again? What a tender heart it is.” | His own eyes were full of tears, and his fine lips trem- bled. ‘‘Nora,” he resumed, ‘‘my poor child, I had far rather you had never heard what your Aunt Margery said, but as you have heard it, show me that you, at least, have no part in this inheritance by controlling yourself now—let me see if you can doit. I want to talk with you. Let me see if you can control yourself.” He waited for her. She had stopped crying, and was trying hard to still the little tremulous mouth. As she grew calmer, he continued : *“Nora, my dear little sister, let me tell you. It is my solemn conviction that, though the main portion of what Margery said of former members of your family may be true, it rests entirely with yourself whether it ever need be true of you. Let me tell you what you can do. You can make of yourself such a sweet and pure-souled woman, such a tender, shining example of gentleness, moderation, long com chooks ~*~ : oO Pha Se Whee acs {aoe Rte diarl ane MBNGEK Bre gerne eR eS ta ot - day iA apts La ay a