"If the
young would only take a lesson like this to heart!"
In the evening, Mr. Wallingford called to see me.
"I have not been able, all day," said he, "to get the image of that
poor woman and her daughter out of my mind. What are their
circumstances, Doctor?"
"They live with Squire Floyd," I answered, "and he is very poor. I
think Delia and her daughter support themselves by their needles."
"What a fall!" he said, with pity in his tones.
"Yes, it was a sad fall--sad, but salutary, I trust."
"How was she after her separation from Mr. Dewey?"
"Very bitter and rebellious, for a time. His marriage seemed to
arouse every evil passion of her nature. I almost shuddered to hear
the maledictions she called down upon the head of his wife one day,
when she rode by in the elegant equipage of which she had once been
the proud owner. She fairly trembled with rage. Since then, the
discipline of the inevitable in life has done its better work. She
has grown subdued and patient, and is doing all a mother in such
narrow circumstances can do for her children.
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