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‘I’m afraid you are not very strong.’
‘No,’ said the girl, ‘nor never will be.’
‘Spring is coming,’ said Margaret, as if to suggest pleasant, hopeful thoughts.
‘Spring nor summer will do me good,’ said the girl quietly.
Margaret looked up at the man, almost expecting some contradiction from him, or at least some remark that would modify his daughter’s utter hopelessness. But, instead, he added —
‘I’m afeared hoo speaks truth. I’m afeared hoo’s too far gone in a waste.’
‘I shall have a spring where I’m boun to, and flowers, and amaranths, and shining robes besides.’
‘Poor lass, poor lass!’ said her father in a low tone. ‘I’m none so sure o’ that; but it’s a comfort to thee, poor lass, poor lass. Poor father! it’ll be soon.’
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