“Well?” said Miss Betsey, coming back to her chair, as if she had only been taking a casual look at the prospect; “and when do you expect——” 40 “I am all in a tremble,” faltered my mother. “I don’t know what’s the matter. I shall die, I am sure!” 41 “No, no, no,” said Miss Betsey. “Have some tea.”
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