The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 272: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER XXIII THE VISITOR It was about eleven o’clock in the forenoon that Henrietta ascended the stairs leading to the attic, having been out to make some purchases. Her step was light, and there was gladness in her heart, but there would have been more elasticity in the former and a purer bliss in the latter, if that distressing scene had not taken place a few hours back with her mother. For though the poor girl had freely and frankly forgiven her parent, — and though she resolved to appear to think no more of that occurrence, — yet was the wound still bleeding in her heart; for she could not help saying to herself, “‘ My mother suspected me, and therefore she has no confidence in my virtue.” Yet, when she entered the attic and began to display her purchases upon the table, the disagreeable impression left upon her mind by the incident just referred to temporarily vanished; because she experienced so true and heartfelt a pleasure at beholding the joy which beamed in the eyes of her pretty little brother. From her basket Henrietta took out a variety of provisions and other articles, including many little comforts for her invalid mother, and then she produced a complete new suit of clothes for Charley. Mrs. Leyden, half-sitting up in the bed, watched her daughter’s proceedings, and when the basket was emptied, she said, ‘ Henrietta, you have bought nothing for yourself.” “ Oh, I require nothing at present,’’ exclaimed the young girl. ‘‘ Now, Charley, let me put you on your new things.’’ Then, with what heartfelt pleasure did Henrietta dis- apparel her brother of his old garments, and substitute the tasteful though modest suit she had brought him in. And he, poor boy, exhibited all that childish delight which is so 255 COnnNIEOOOKS (FO)