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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXIII

Halifax, taking in earnest those meaningless French ejaculations, whispered something about Him who alone can comfort and help us all.
"Him! I never knew Him, if indeed He be. No, no, there is no after-life."
Ursula turned away in horror. "John, what shall we do with her? No home!—no husband!—no God!"
"He never leaves Himself without a witness. Look, love."
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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXIII

Oh, what it is to be young!"
"John looks much older, people say; but I don't see it."
"Arcadia again! Can such things be? especially in England, that paradise of husbands, where the first husband in the realm sets such an illustrious example. How do you stay-at-home British matrons feel towards my friend the Princess of Wales?"
"God help her, and make her as good a woman as she is a wronged and miserable wife," said Ursula, sadly.
"Query, Can a 'good woman' be made out of a 'wronged and miserable wife'? If so, Mrs. Halifax, you should certainly take out a patent for the manufacture."
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Portrait of Dinah Craik Dinah Craik John Halifax, Gentleman — Chapter XXIII

Ursula wisely avoided it, by inquiring if Lady Caroline meant to remain in England.
"Cela depend." She turned suddenly grave. "Your fresh air makes me feel weary. Shall we go in-doors?"
Dinner was ready laid out—a plain meal; since neither the father nor any of us cared for table dainties; but I think if we had lived in a hut, and fed off wooden platters on potatoes and salt, our repast would have been fair and orderly, and our hut the neatest that a hut could be. For the mother of the family had in perfection almost the best genius a woman can have—the genius of tidiness.
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