I am going away, with a mind that misgives me.

I am persuaded I shall not live to return to England; and, when I am dead, I believe my husband will marry again.
Years ago your mother was uneasy, on her death-bed, about _your_ future.
I am uneasy, now, about Blanche's future.

I promised my dear dead friend that you should be like my own child to me--and it quieted her mind.

Quiet my mind, Anne, before I go.

Whatever happens in years to come--promise me to be always, what you are now, a sister to Blanche." She held out her hand for the last time.