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Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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Well,
when
I
went
to
bid
good-bye
to
this
lady,
for
whom
I
had
washed,
she
cried
sadly;
for
she,
too,
had
lost
her
children,
but
she
had
not
another
to
save,
like
me;
and
I
was
bold
enough
to
ask
her
would
she
give
me
that
print.
And
she
cried
the
more,
and
said
her
children
were
with
that
little
blessed
Jesus;
and
gave
it
me,
and
told
me
that
she
had
heard
it
had
been
painted
on
the
bottom
of
a
cask,
which
made
it
have
that
round
shape.
And
when
my
body
was
very
weary,
and
my
heart
was
sick
(for
there
were
times
when
I
misdoubted
if
I
could
ever
reach
my
home,
and
there
were
times
when
I
thought
of
my
husband,
and
one
time
when
I
thought
my
baby
was
dying),
I
took
out
that
picture
and
looked
at
it,
till
I
could
have
thought
the
mother
spoke
to
me,
and
comforted
me.
And
the
natives
were
very
kind.
We
could
not
understand
one
another;
but
they
saw
my
baby
on
my
breast,
and
they
came
out
to
me,
and
brought
me
rice
and
milk,
and
sometimes
flowers—
I
have
got
some
of
the
flowers
dried.
Then,
the
next
morning,
I
was
so
tired;
and
they
wanted
me
to
stay
with
them—
I
could
tell
that—
and
tried
to
frighten
me
from
going
into
the
deep
woods,
which,
indeed,
looked
very
strange
and
dark;
but
it
seemed
to
me
as
if
Death
was
following
me
to
take
my
baby
away
from
me;
and
as
if
I
must
go
on,
and
on—
and
I
thought
how
God
had
cared
for
mothers
ever
since
the
world
was
made,
and
would
care
for
me;
so
I
bade
them
good-bye,
and
set
off
afresh.
And
once
when
my
baby
was
ill,
and
both
she
and
I
needed
rest,
He
led
me
to
a
place
where
I
found
a
kind
Englishman
lived,
right
in
the
midst
of
the
natives.”
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