The Argosy — page 177: what you’re looking at

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THE ARGOSY. FEBRUARY x, 1868. an ANNE HEREFORD. By THE AUTHOR OF “EAST LYNNE.” ee Oars CHAPTER V. ANOTHER DREAM. “ J F ever I heard the hke of that! One won't be able to open one’s - lips next before you, Miss Hereford. Did I say anything about her dying, pray? Or about your dying? Or my dying? Time enough to snap me up when I do.” Thus spoke Jemima, with a volubility that nearly took her breath away. She had come tomy room in the morning with the news that Mrs. Edwin Barley was worse. I burst into tears, and asked if she were going to die, which brought forth the above rebuke. “‘ My thoughts were running upon whether we servants should have mouming given us for young Mr. King,” resumed Jemima, as if she were bent upon removing unpleasant impressions from my mind. : “ Now just you make haste and dress yourself, Miss Hereford—Mrs. Edwin Barley has been asking for you.” I made haste; Jemima helped ; and she ushered me to the door of the sick-room, halting to whisper a parting word. “ Don't you begin crying again, miss. Youraunt is no more going to die than I am.” The first words spoken by Mrs. Edwin Barley were a contradiction to this, curious coincident that it may seem. She was lying very high on the fniled white pillows, no cap on, her cheeks hectic, and her lovely golden hair falling around her head. A large bnght fire burned in the grate, and a small tray, with a white cloth and cup on it, stood on the table near. “Child,” she began, holding out her hand to me, “I fear I am about to be taken from you.” comicaooks GO)