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"Erminia is coming home at Christmas. She is not to go back to Paris again. She will live with us. I hope you and she will be great friends, Maggie." "Oh yes," replied she. "I think we are already. At least we were last Christmas. You know it is a year since I have seen her." A MINNIA IS COMING HOME AT CHRISTMAS SHE IS NOT TO GO BACK TO PARIS AGAIN SHE WILL LIVE WITH US I HOPE YOU AND SHE WILL BE GREAT FRIENDS MAGGIE OH YES REPLIED SHE I THINK WE ARE ALREADY AT LEAST WE WERE LAST CHRISTMAS YOU KNOW IT IS A YEAR SINCE I HAVE SEEN HER
ncomplete, in that she might have departed without being able to express wishes and projects, which would now have the sacred force of commands. 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. The flickering brightness of the flame had died away; the gloom of evening had gathered into the room, through the open door of which the kitchen fire sent a ruddy glow, distinctly marked against carpet and wall. Frank still sat, with his head buried in his hands against the table, listening. "Tell me more," he said, at every pause. "I think I have told you all now," said Maggie, at last. "At least, it is all I recollect at present; but if I think of anything more, I will be sure and tell you." "Thank you; do." He was silent for some time.  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 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 THE FLICKERING BRIGHTNESS OF THE FLAME HAD DIED AWAY THE GLOOM OF EVENING HAD GATHERED INTO THE ROOM THROUGH THE OPEN DOOR OF WHICH THE CUT KITCHEN FIRE SENT A RUDDY GLOW DISTINCTLY MARKED AGAINST CARPET AND WALL FRANK STILL SAT WITH HIS HEAD BURIED IN HIS HANDS AGAINST THE TABLE LISTENING TELL ME MORE HE SAID AT EVERY PAUSE I THINK I HAVE TOLD YOU ALL NOW SAID MAGGIE AT LAST AT LEAST IT IS ALL I RECOLLECT AT PRESENT BUT IF I THINK OF ANYTHING MORE I WILL BE SURE AND TELL YOU THANK YOU DO HE WAS SILENT FOR SOME TIME
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