moral atmasphere.

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but to easilyl and in<br>all humblessness of mind i say that i heave reson to be
live that in this respect, as in other matters<br>clevation and amendment or pos
silbe how ever this is one oh the many subject we discuss rocking<br>and pacing
the kitchen to the howling of the wind we have confessed that our experience is
very small,<br>wish that the regiment had been ordered home three months sooner
, when mrs, culing and the too<br>numerus little curlings would not have been en
tiled to intrude upon the ladies capin and yet strange<br>to say before we where
half way to england mrs. minchin was friendly once more with all but the bride;
<br>and the bride was at enmity with every lady on board. the truth is, mrs. mai
nchin though a gossip of<br>the deepest dye was kind herated, after a fashion, r
estless energy, wehich chielly expended ilself in<br>petty social plots, and the
fomentation of quarrels, was not seldom employed also in practical kindess<br>t
hose with shose affairs she meddled, and if she was a dangerous enemy, and a yet
more sangerous<br>friend she was neither selfish nor illiberal. the bride on th
e other hand had no real intrest whatever<br>axles was cutting deeply into the s
plendid mosaice of the pavement at last the burly god fell out by his<br>sheer w
eight and his followers restored him to consciousness by taking him by the hells
and dipping<br>his towgled and bleeding head into a huge of wine water then som
e hundreds of hi drunken<br>votaries danced madly round the rescued fod; and as
all the tambouries were split and the flute<br>playes had no breath left time wa
s kept by beating with thyrsus staves against the pillars while<br>three men who
had found the bzagen tubas amiong the temple vessels blew with all their might
and<br>had left her to seek her father, she could only await his return, and she
looked round for a hinding<br>place, then she observed a women in mouning garb
sitting huddled at the food of the otatu of justice;<br>she recognized her as th
e widow, of asclepiodous and breathed more freely as she went up to the and<br>s
aid, between her sobs let me sit by you; we can mourn togather yes come, said th
e other; and<br>without enquiiring what gorgos trouble might be moved only by th
e mysterious charm of finding<br>said oh yes to be sure yes dear do you think th
e gogs went the poor geggar i asked do you<br>
think the agels took them too i dont know said mrs. geoge i hope they did
there was a pause and<br>then i asked in awe struck tones will the angels feath
plapa do think mr. george had evidently<br>dicided to follow my theological lead
and he replied yes margery dear. shall you see them i asked<br>no, no, margery
im not good wnough to see angels. i think youre very said and please be good,<br
>mr, george, and then the angels will featch you, and perhaps me, and mammc, and
perhaps aya, and<br>perhaps pustle, and pershaps clive bustle was mr. abercromb
ies fog, and was a mastill the dog of<br>the regiment and a personal friend of m
ine very margery dear, and now you must be good too<br>said abrupty hed dead, bu
ller and the major starting up took me in his arms and carried me away.<br>i cri
ed and struggled i had a dim sense of what had happened, mixed with an idea that
these men were<br>separating me from my father. i could not be pacified till mr
, abercrombi held out his arms for me. he<br>was moe like a women, and he was cr
ying as well as i went to him and buried my sobs on his shoulder, mr. george<br>
as i had long called him from finding his surname hard to utter carried me into<
br>the passage and walked up and down, comfortling me, is papa really dead i at
length found voice to<br>paty, and who were friends of my father. one of them w
as a particular friend of my own he was an<br>ensing a recless kind hearted lad
in his teens, a me abercrombie, who had good reason to count my<br>father as afr
iend me abercrom bi mingled in some way with my dreams that height, or rather er
aly<br>morning, and when i fairly woke, it was to the end of a discussion berwix
t my ayah, who was crying<br>carried me quickly the passager in the light of the
early summer dawn or three officer,<br>amongst whom i recognized major butter,
fell back, as we come in, from the bed to which me.<br>abercrombied me. my fathe
r turned his face eagerly towards me, but i sharank away, theat one<br>night of
suffering and collapse had changed him so that i did not know him again, at last
i was<br>persuaded to go to him, and by his voice and manner recognized him as
his feable fingure played<br>strated to fell so cold and damp he a good girl, ma
rgery dear he whispered; be very good to<br>