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a friend, who scarcely ever left her bedside:
‘When you hear me moan in my sleep, do call
me, and help me to change my position, or else
I am afraid I shall be very bad. My mother
died in such a fit of agony.’ She suffered from
hereditary heart disease, which used to make her
say that she would die young. However, the
post-mortem examination showed that her heart
was not much affected, although the complaint
might have added to the asthma, caused by
pleurisy.
The friends who were with her during her
illness, spoke in the highest terms of her patience
and gentleness; she was afraid of giving the
least trouble, and grateful for every little service.
Her daughter being invited to a children’s party,
she was anxious that she should not lose this
pleasure, and asked her friends to help in getting
what was wanted for the occasion. When the
little girl presented herself in the sickroom in
the gipsy costume she was to wear, an
affectionate smile greeted her, and her mother wished
her much pleasure.
A few hours later the poor child was called
out of her sleep, and came just in time to receive
her mother’s last dying glance, which rested on
her with fond love.
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