The keen anguish with which she contended was evident to her daughter, who was affrighted at her mother's appearance.

So much so, that for the first time for months she entirely forgot the secret she had been hiding in her heart.
The young in their first sorrow dream there are none like their own.

It is not until time and many cares have bowed us to the earth, that we look around, beholding those who have suffered more deeply than ourselves.
Accustomed to self-control, Mrs.Weston was not long in recovering herself; taking her daughter's hand within her own, and looking up in her fair face, "Alice," she said, "you listened with an unusual interest to the details of suffering of one whom you never saw.

I mean Walter Lee's mother; she died.
I can tell you of one who has suffered, and lived.
"It is late, and I fear to detain you from your rest, but something impels me that I cannot resist.

Listen, then, while I talk to you of myself.