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"Are you tired, dear? You know, Maud, you must not overtax yourself, and walk too much; just rest here for a while, and I will gather the flowers for you." And Grace, as she speaks, places the rug over a seat in a sheltered corner of the garden, and then, turning to Mrs. Jenkins, she remarks, anxiously, "Maud does not look well to-day."
"No!" the grandmother agrees. "That pathetic look still lingers, and I think the pallor of her countenance accentuates the depth of colour in her dark eyes. I thought," she reflects, as she looks at Maud, "that when Effie went Milly had changed; but she is just the same."