I
know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell you what hardships I
have undergone—to what frightful extremities I have been reduced—and to
what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty subsistence for this child's sake,
—if you could feel what it is to stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who
have ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the
worthless and the wretched,—if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared
the knowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to
me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him,—if you were
told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot
at once consent to a separation, which I feel would break my heart. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. With people of that sort all
sorts of things may happen. One of these, a
lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon
a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by
cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool.
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