All this day I have been
thinking if it would be possible for me to give up my wife, and send her
away from me, to end her days apart from mine. I have been in despair;
in the very deeps. But now; why! even if I knew she would die thus, I
cannot forsake her."
"Ay! we must have patience," she answered. "I always hoped to win him
back again, but it was too strong for him and me. God knows how he's
been tempted on all hands; even those that call themselves religious,
and go to church regular as can be. He used to cry to me sometimes, and
promise to turn over a new leaf; and then somebody perhaps that he
looked up to would treat him at the Upton Arms. He might have been a
good man, if he'd been left alone."
"Let us pray together for him and ourselves," said Mr. Chantrey,
kneeling down once again by the little couch, as he had knelt the night
of his return home. Ann still held her brother's head upon her arm, and
her bowed face nearly rested upon it. But all words failed David
Chantrey. "Father!" he cried, "Father!" There was nothing more that he
could say.
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