This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1851 edition. Excerpt: ... I not yet determine whether they were men or women, old or young. " Oh ! heaven," said I, " if I could only once see the form of Denise, it would strengthen me, and I should be able to see the others better." Then I turned cold in all my limbs, and said to myself: " But if she is no longer here!" Ah ! what a moment it was, sir, what a moment! an eternity does not last longer than a moment like that! XIX. At last, either my eyes or the window became clearer, a large broom-fagot made a bright flame on the hearth, and lighted up all the room. "Denise, Denise!" I cried softly. It was she, sir, I had seen her distinctly by the fire-light. She had something in her hand like a cup that she had taken off the fire, and now carried toward the darker side of the room where a bed stood. I fell back, almost fainting, on a bundle of fagots that was on the rock, and it required some effort and time to enable me stand up, and take my place at the window again. Then I could not only see, but I could distinctly hear a weak and tender voice, the voice of my mother, which said from the bed: " Thank you, my poor Denise! I give you a great deal of trouble, and make you go late to bed, and rise early; but, thanks be to God, you will not have this trouble long. The good God will not delay to give me rest." Ah ! sir, I understood that my mother was very ill, but that I should at least be able to bid her farewell, and to receive her blessing before she died. My heart melted, and my tears began to flow. XX. I passed my hand over the glass to wipe away the dimness made by my breath, which again prevented me from seeing every thing in the room, and this was what I saw: First, my mother's stool near the fire was empty; the salt-box and bag of rye flour stood on it....
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