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CHAPTER XI
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She did but little the latter part of the time she was here." "It was commenced longer ago than last summer.

Take good care of her; she may never get well," remarked the Dr.
"We sha'n't pay you for doctoring her; you may look to the town for that, sir," said Mrs.B., and abruptly left the room.
"Oh dear! oh dear!" exclaimed Frado, and buried her face in the pillow.
A few kind words of consolation, and she was once more alone in the darkness which enveloped her previous days.

Yet she felt sure they owed her a shelter and attention, when disabled, and she resolved to feel patient, and remain till she could help herself.

Mrs.B.would not attend her, nor permit her domestic to stay with her at all.

Aunt Abby was her sole comforter.


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