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"Madam," said Titbottom to my wife, whose heart hung upon his story; "your husband's young friend, Aurelia, wears sometimes a camelia in her hair, and no diamond in the ball room seems so costly as that perfect flower, which women envy, and for whose least and withered petal men sigh; yet, in the tropical solitudes of Brazil, how many a camelia bud drops from the bush that no eye has ever seen, which, had it flowered and been noticed, would have gilded all hearts with its memory. MADAM SAID TIT BOTTOM TO MY WIFE WHOSE HEART HUNG UPON HIS STORY YOUR HUSBAND'S YOUNG FRIEND AURELIA WEARS SOMETIMES A CAMELLIA IN HER HAIR AND NO DIAMOND IN THE BALL ROOM SEEMS SO COSTLY AS THAT PERFECT FLOWER WHICH WOMEN ENVY AND FOR WHOSE LEAST AND WITHERED PETAL MEN SIGH YET IN THE TROPICAL SOLITUDES OF BRAZIL HOW MANY A CAMELLIA BUD DROPS FROM THE BUSH THAT NO EYE HAS EVER SEEN WHICH HAD IT FLOWERED AND BEEN NOTICED WOULD HAVE GILDED ALL HEARTS WITH ITS MEMORY
g myself upon the floor, buried my face in her lap; and sobbed myself to sleep with premature grief. "But when I awakened, and felt her cool hand upon my hot forehead, and heard the low sweet song, or the gentle story, or the tenderly told parable from the Bible, with which she tried to soothe me, I could not resist the mystic fascination that lured me, as I lay in her lap, to steal a glance at her through the spectacles. "Pictures of the Madonna have not her rare and pensive beauty. Upon the tranquil little islands her life had been eventless, and all the fine possibilities of her nature were like flowers that never bloomed. Placid were all her years; yet I have read of no heroine, of no woman great in sudden crises, that it did not seem to me she might have been. The wife and widow of a man who loved his home better than the homes of others, I have yet heard of no queen, no belle, no imperial beauty whom in grace, and brilliancy, and persuasive courtesy, she might not have surpassed. RANDMOTHER'S ROOM AND THROWING MYSELF UPON THE FLOOR BURIED MY FACE IN HER LAP AND SOBBED MYSELF TO SLEEP WITH PREMATURE GRIEF BUT WHEN I AWAKENED AND FELT HER COOL HAND UPON MY HOT FOREHEAD AND HEARD THE LOW SWEET SONG OR THE GENTLE STORY OR THE TENDERLY TOLD PARABLE FROM THE BIBLE WITH WHICH SHE TRIED TO SOOTHE ME I COULD NOT RESIST THE MYSTIC FASCINATION THAT LURED ME AS I LAY IN HER LAP TO STEAL A GLANCE AT HER THROUGH THE SPECTACLES PICTURES OF THE MADONNA HAVE NOT HER RARE AND PENSIVE BEAUTY UPON THE TRANQUIL LITTLE ISLANDS HER LIFE HAD BEEN EVENTLESS AND ALL THE FINE POSSIBILITIES OF HER NATURE WERE LIKE FLOWERS THAT NEVER BLOOMED PLACID WERE ALL HER YEARS YET I HAVE READ OF NO HEROINE OF NO WOMAN GREAT IN SUDDEN CRISES THAT IT DID NOT SEEM TO ME SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE WIFE AND WIDOW OF A MAN WHO LOVED HIS HOME BETTER THAN THE HOMES OF OTHERS I HAVE YET HEARD OF NO QUEEN NO BELL NO IMPERIAL BEAUTY WHOM IN GRACE AND BRILLIANCY AND PERSUASIVE COURTESY SHE MIGHT NOT HAVE SURPASSED
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