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it is once settled as something not to be helped, it will give us
no trouble."
"Faith, Sylvia!" exclaimed De Courcy, "I almost wish I had kept you
company."
"Don't be impatient, my boy," said the mother, gently. "Think of
the vexations we have had, and what a rest this life will be!"
"Think, also," the father added, "that I have the heaviest work to
do, and that thou'lt reap the most of what may come of it. Don't
carry the old life to a land where it's out of place. We must be
what we seem to be, every one of us!"
"So we will!" said Sylvia, rising from her seat,--" I, as well as
the rest. It was what I said in the beginning, you--no, THEE
knows, father. Somebody must be interpreter when the time comes;
somebody must remember while the rest of you are forgetting. Oh,
I shall be talked about, and set upon, and called hard names;
it won't be so easy. Stay where you are, De Courcy; that coat will
fit sooner than you think."
Her brother lifted his shoulders and made a grimace. "I've an
unlucky name, it seems," said he.


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