22/27 Juliet hurried to her mother and took one of her hands. The elder woman started, even in the midst of her tears. "My child, your hand is as cold as ice," she said anxiously. "Are you ill." "No," said the girl hurriedly and evidently trying to suppress her emotion, "but this dreadful news! Do you remember what you said ?" "Yes--but I never expected I would be a true prophetess," sobbed Mrs. "Peter," with sudden tartness, "why don't you give me the details. |