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ALICE.
Alice.Hatred! what, to him?
The kindest, noblest, best! Hatred to him!
And from my mother! And 'tis thou, his friend,
That talk'st so! Chide him, mother. But thou know'st not,
Thou canst not know, how exquisitely one
Claremont and goodness are. We were so poor,
Till Claremont succoured us; a stripling then,
And under a stern guardian's tutelage,
He gave up every costly gaud of youth
For us. Nay, that were little: he sought out
Poor William in his distant school; he wrote T
To me with such a graciousness; he sent
Gifts, such as brothers to their sisters send—
Books, music, flowers: this pretty basket—see
How like a bee-hive the bright straw is wrought—
This basket came from him—And thou canst talk
Of hatred!
The kindest, noblest, best! Hatred to him!
And from my mother! And 'tis thou, his friend,
That talk'st so! Chide him, mother. But thou know'st not,
Thou canst not know, how exquisitely one
Claremont and goodness are. We were so poor,
Till Claremont succoured us; a stripling then,
And under a stern guardian's tutelage,
He gave up every costly gaud of youth
For us. Nay, that were little: he sought out
Poor William in his distant school; he wrote T
To me with such a graciousness; he sent
Gifts, such as brothers to their sisters send—
Books, music, flowers: this pretty basket—see
How like a bee-hive the bright straw is wrought—
This basket came from him—And thou canst talk
Of hatred!
Henry.Happiest! happiest!
Mrs. Neville.She is right.
The passing pang is o'er: I cannot grieve A
To see the noblest of a noble race
Even in my husband's seat.
The passing pang is o'er: I cannot grieve A
To see the noblest of a noble race
Even in my husband's seat.
Alice.Would he were here!
Mother, shall we not know him? I remember,
Do I not, mother, his dark curling hair,
And his mild serious eyes and rosy cheeks;
And how I used to love him?
Mother, shall we not know him? I remember,
Do I not, mother, his dark curling hair,
And his mild serious eyes and rosy cheeks;
And how I used to love him?
Mrs. Neville.Wilt thou tell him
All this?
All this?