Sophia Reeve, The Mysterious Wanderer, Vol. III
“ I will make thee rich amends for the injuries I have done thee!""Name not injuries, my mother;" sobbed Louise; "all is rewarded by this moment of affection! My love, my duty shall prove me worthy of it." "I shall not experience them," said Lady Corbet, wildly. "The icy finger of death has marked the hour of my existence!""Not so—my mother," replied Louise, attempting to speak with cheerfulness. "My hand shall minister to thy wants; my arm support thee; affection will teach me the means of relieving thy anguish; and in the bosom of her Louise, my mother shall yet find peace and happiness!" ”
