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As soon as they were established in their new residence, and her

father had entered on the routine of his avocations, she arranged

the little household as exactly as if her husband had been there.

Everything had its appointed place and its appointed time. Little

Lucie she taught, as regularly, as if they had all been united in

their English home. The slight devices with which she cheated

herself into the show of a belief that they would soon be

reunited--the little preparations for his speedy return, the

setting aside of his chair and his books--these, and the solemn

prayer at night for one dear prisoner especially, among the many

unhappy souls in prison and the shadow of death--were almost the

only outspoken reliefs of her heavy mind.