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He ceased speaking to him, therefore, about their mutual loss; and it was a certain kind of relief to both when he did so; but he longed for some one to whom he might talk of his mother, with the quiet reverence of intense and trustful affection. HE CEASED SPEAKING TO HIM THEREFORE ABOUT THEIR MUTUAL LOSS AND IT WAS A CERTAIN KIND OF RELIEF TO BOTH WHEN HE DID SO BUT HE LONGED FOR SOME ONE TO WHOM HE MIGHT TALK OF HIS MOTHER WITH THE QUIET REVERENCE OF INTENSE AND TRUSTFUL AFFECTION
 but she was fully conscious of it herself. The last time that Frank was at home from college before her death, she knew that she should never see him again; and when he gaily left the house, with a cheerfulness, which was partly assumed, she dragged herself with languid steps into a room at the front of the house, from which she could watch him down the long, straggling little street, that led to the inn from which the coach started. As he went along, he turned to look back at his home; and there he saw his mother's white figure gazing after him. He could not see her wistful eyes, but he made her poor heart give a leap of joy by turning round and running back for one more kiss and one more blessing. When he next came home, it was at the sudden summons of her death. His father was as one distracted. He could not speak of the lost angel without sudden bursts of tears, and oftentimes of self-upbraiding, which disturbed the calm, still, holy ideas, which Frank liked to associate with her. HE GRADUAL PROGRESS BUT SHE WAS FULLY CONSCIOUS OF IT HERSELF THE LAST TIME THAT FRANK WAS AT HOME FROM COLLEGE BEFORE HER DEATH SHE KNEW THAT SHE SHOULD NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN AND WHEN HE GAILY LEFT THE HOUSE WITH A CHEERFULNESS WHICH WAS PARTLY ASSUMED SHE DRAGGED HERSELF WITH LANGUID STEPS INTO A ROOM AT THE FRONT OF THE HOUSE FROM WHICH SHE COULD WATCH HIM DOWN THE LONG STRAGGLING LITTLE STREET THAT LED FROM TO THE INN FROM WHICH THE COACH STARTED AS HE WENT ALONG HE TURNED TO LOOK BACK AT HIS HOME AND THERE HE SAW HIS MOTHER'S WHITE FIGURE GAZING AFTER HIM HE COULD NOT SEE HER WISTFUL EYES BUT HE MADE HER POOR HEART GIVE A LEAP OF JOY BY TURNING ROUND AND RUNNING BACK FOR ONE MORE KISS AND ONE MORE BLESSING WHEN HE NEXT CAME HOME IT WAS AT THE SUDDEN SUMMONS OF HER DEATH HIS FATHER WAS AS ONE DISTRACTED HE COULD NOT SPEAK OF THE LOST ANGEL WITHOUT SUDDEN BURSTS OF TEARS AND OFTENTIMES OF SELF UPBRAIDING WHICH DISTURBED THE CALM STILL HOLY IDEAS WHICH FRANK LIKED TO ASSOCIATE WITH HER
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