He
often asked me, but I always said:
"'I hate England; ask me nothing about England if you love me.'"
"But you will tell him to-night; you will tell him all to-night?"
asked Cecile.
"Yes, dear little one, I am going to him; there shall never be a
secret between us again; and now God reward, God bless thee, dear
little sister."
CHAPTER XXX.
THE END CROWNS ALL.
Summer! summer, not in the lovely country, but in the scorching
East End. Such heated air! such scorching pavements! Oh! how the
poor were suffering! How pale the little children looked, as too
tired, and perhaps too weak to play, they crept about the baking
streets. Benevolent people did all they could for these poor babies.
Hard-working East End clergymen got subscriptions on foot, and planned
days in the country, and, where it was possible, sent some away for
longer periods. But try as they would, the lives of the children had
to be spent with their parents in this region, which truly seems to
know the two extremes, both the winter's cold and the summer's heat.
It was the first week in August, and the Moseleys' little room, still
as neat as possible, felt very hot and close. It was in vain to open
their dormer windows. The air outside seemed hotter than that within.
The pair were having some bread and butter and cold tea, but both
looked flushed and tired. They had, in truth, just returned from a
long pleasure excursion under their good clergyman, Mr. Danvers, into
the country.
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