...
There, that is his chair. I can see him sitting in it now. He is grinning
at us; he is saying, "Ha! ha! I have made beggars of you both." You
remember how we used to tremble when we met his terrible old face on the
stairs; you remember how he used to sit glaring at us all through dinner?'
'Yes, Emily, I remember all that; but I do not think it natural that you
should forget all the years of kindness; he was very good to you, and loved
you very much, and if he forgot himself at the end of his life, we must
remember the weakness of age.'
'The hideousness of age,' Emily replied, in a low tone. The conversation
paused, and then Julia said--
'You are speaking wildly, Emily, and will live to regret your words. Let us
speak no more of Mr. Burnett... I daresay you will find your cousin a
charming young man. I should laugh if it were all to end in a marriage. And
how glad I should be to see you off on your honeymoon, to bid you
good-bye!'
'Oh, Julia, don't speak like that; you will never bid me good-bye. You will
never leave me--promise me that--you are my only friend. Oh, Julia, promise
me that you will never leave me.'
Tears rose in Julia's eyes, and taking the girl in her arms, she said,
'I'll never leave you, my dear girl, until you yourself wish it.
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