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But he found that Maggie, though she had never intruded herself as such, had been the depository of many little thoughts and plans; or, if they were not expressed to her, she knew that Mr. Buxton or Dawson was aware of what they were, though, in their violence of early grief, they had forgotten to name them. BUT HE FOUND THAT MAGGIE THOUGH SHE HAD NEVER INTRUDED HERSELF AS SUCH HAD BEEN THE DEPOSITORY OF MANY LITTLE THOUGHTS AND PLANS OR IF THEY WERE NOT EXPRESSED TO HER SHE KNEW THAT MISTER BUXTON OR DAWSON WAS AWARE OF WHAT THEY WERE THOUGH IN THEIR VIOLENCE OF EARLY GRIEF THEY HAD FORGOTTEN TO NAME THEM
 a time they were both silent. They could not speak of her who was with them, present in their thoughts. Maggie shut the casement, and put a log of wood on the fire. She sat down with her back to the window; but as the flame sprang up, and blazed at the touch of the dry wood, Frank saw that her face was wet with quiet tears. Still her voice was even and gentle, as she answered his questions. She seemed to understand what were the very things he would care most to hear. She spoke of his mother's last days; and without any word of praise (which, indeed, would have been impertinence), she showed such a just and true appreciation of her who was dead and gone, that he felt as if he could listen forever to the sweet-dropping words. They were balm to his sore heart. He had thought it possible that the suddenness of her death might have made her life incomplete, in that she might have departed without being able to express wishes and projects, which would now have the sacred force of commands.  AND THEY WENT IN BUT FOR A TIME THEY WERE BOTH SILENT THEY COULD NOT SPEAK OF HER WHO WAS WITH THEM PRESENT IN THEIR THOUGHTS MAGGIE SHUT THE CASEMENT AND PUT A LOG OF WOOD ON THE FIRE SHE SAT DOWN ON HER BACK TO THE WINDOW BUT AS THE FLAMES SPRANG UP AND BLAZED AT THE TOUCH OF THE DRY WOOD FRANK SAW THAT HER FACE WAS WET WITH QUIET TEARS STILL HER VOICE WAS EVEN AND GENTLE AS SHE ANSWERED HIS QUESTIONS SHE SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT WERE THE VERY THINGS HE WOULD CARE MOST TO HEAR SHE SPOKE OF HIS MOTHER'S LAST DAYS AND WITHOUT ANY WORD OF PRAISE WHICH INDEED WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPERTINENCE SHE SHOWED SUCH A JUST AND TRUE APPRECIATION OF HER WHO WAS DEAD AND GONE THAT HE FELT AS IF HE COULD LISTEN FOREVER TO THE SWEET DROPPING WORDS THEY WERE BALM TO HIS SORE HEART HE HAD THOUGHT IT POSSIBLE THAT THE SUDDENNESS OF HER DEATH MIGHT HAVE MADE HER LIFE INCOMPLETE IN THAT SHE MIGHT HAVE DEPARTED WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO EXPRESS WISHES AND PROJECTS WHICH WOULD NOW HAVE THE SACRED FORCE OF COMMANDS
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