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“Sister,” said Rose to Blanche, when Frances had quitted the room, “Dagobert’s poor wife is very uneasy. Did you remark in the night, how agitated she was? how she wept and prayed?”
“I was grieved to see it, sister, and wondered what could be the cause.”
“I am almost afraid to guess. Perhaps we may be the cause of her uneasiness?”
“Why so, sister? Because we cannot say prayers, nor tell if we have ever been baptized?”
“That seemed to give her a good deal of pain, it is true. I was quite touched by it, for it proves that she loves us tenderly. But I could not understand how we ran such terrible danger as she said we did.”
“Nor I either, sister. We have always tried not to displease our mother, who sees and hears us.”
“We love those who love us; we are resigned to whatever may happen to us. So, who can reproach us with any harm?”
“No one. But, perhaps, we may do some without meaning it.”
“We?”