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When he next came home, it was at the sudden summons of her death. His father was as one distracted. WHEN HE NEXT CAME HOME IT WAS AT THE SUDDEN SUMMONS OF HER DEATH HIS FATHER WAS AS ONE DISTRACTED
liness or ambition for himself, would become worldly and ambitious for his son. His hopes for Frank were all for honor and distinction here. Mrs. Buxton's hopes were prayers. She was fading away, as light fades into darkness on a summer evening. No one seemed to remark the 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 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. ID OF WORLDLINESS OR AMBITION FOR HIMSELF WOULD BECOME WORLDLY AND AMBITIOUS FOR HIS SON HIS HOPES FOR FRANK WERE ALL FOR HONOUR AND DISTINCTION HERE MISSUS BUXTON'S HOPES WERE PRAYERS SHE WAS FADING AWAY AS LIGHT FADES INTO DARKNESS ON A SUMMER EVENING NO ONE SEEMED TO REMARK ON THE 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
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