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Alas! when angry words begin / Their entrance on the lip to win; / When sullen eye and flushing cheek / Say more than bitterest tone could speak, / And look and word, than fire or steel, / Give wounds more deep -- time cannot heal; / And anger digs, with tauntings vain, / A gulf it may not pass again. / L. E. L.
Two little children -- a fine girl of four and a delicate boy of / three -- were passing from the drawing-room, through the vestibule on / their way to bed followed by a nurse. Mary Seaham would have stopped to / make the acquaintance of her little cousins, but too eager in their / amusement, the noisy chase of one another through the long _suite_ of / rooms, they, like Jaques's careless herd, "jump along by her and never / stay to greet her," in spite of the chiding injunctions of their / attendant, to wait and speak to the young lady. And Mary walked on into / the adjoining saloon.