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"And my father?"
"I believe he would receive you, but I don't think he would be willing
to recognize your husband. You know he is very set in his ways."
"Mr. Clifford, I feel that my days are numbered and that my span of life
will soon be done; but while I live I feel it my duty to cling to my
demented husband, and to do all I can to turn him from the error of his
ways. But I do so wish that my poor children could have my mother's
care, when I am gone. If I were satisfied on that score, I would die
content."
"Do not talk of dying," said Belle taking the pale thin hand in hers.
"You must try and live for your children's sake. When you get strong I
think I can find you some work among my friends. There is Mrs. Roberts,
she often gives out work and I think I will apply to her."
"Mrs. James Roberts on St. James St. near 16th?"
"Yes! do you know her?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Gough closing her eyes wearily, "I know her and have
worked for her."
"I think she is an excellent woman, I remember one morning we were
talking together on religious experience, and about women speaking in
class and conference meetings.
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