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Marguerite is still conscious of what goes on around her, and she

suffers in body,tears trickle down her cheeks, so

thin and pale that you would never recognise the face of her whom you

loved so much, if you could see her She has er write, and I write before her She turns her

eyes toward er seesof death; yet she shts, all her

soul are yours, I ahten, and she thinks you are

going to come in; then, when she sees that it is not you, her face

resumes its sorrowful expression, a cold sweat breaks out over it, and

her cheek-bones flush

February 19, ht

What a sad day we have had to-day, poor M Ar; the doctor bled her, and her voice has returned

to her a while The doctor begged her to see a priest She said "Yes,"

and he went himself to fetch an abbe' from Saint Roch