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If the suddenness of her calamity, and the whirling wheels of the

time, had stunned the Doctor's daughter into awaiting the result

in idle despair, it would but have been with her as it was with

many. But, from the hour when she had taken the white head to her

fresh young bosom in the garret of Saint Antoine, she had been

true to her duties. She was truest to them in the season of

trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.