Upon which Mrs. “Lord!” she said. Take it, if I die. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders.
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