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Sunset in Provence, and Other Tales, by the Author of Great and Good; Or, Alfred the Father of His People
Sunset in Provence and Other Tales by the Author of Great and Good Or Alfred the Father of His People Author:Deborah Alcock General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1864 Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million book... more »s for free. Excerpt: III. VICTORY. jjT first it was not sorrow that overwhelmed Lisa so much as horror, " a horror of great darkness." She could not weep or pray, she could scarcely think. Itwould have been so easy to lie down beneath the weight of her anguish, to follow Carl and be at rest. And most likely this would have been the end of all, had not little hands, strong in their feebleness, drawn her back to life. Carl's children must not starve, however sore their mother's heart might be. So when her husband's store was well-nigh exhausted, the young widow shook off her dreary torpor, and began to toil early and late to supply the necessities of her children. Not with any pleasure in her work, or any hopefulness, but just because it must be done. Yet as she toiled, her grief became gradually less agonizing, many a prayer to her husband's God arose from her heart, and many a tear that brought with it healing and comfort dropped upon her work. She well remembered in after times the first gush of tears that were not of unmixed bitterness. It was morning, just after sunrise in late spring or early summer, and already at her task, she plied her needle beside the open window, while the children lay near her asleep in their little cribs. One of those sudden fantastic tricks of memory with which we are all familiar seemed to transport her in a moment to the quiet corner of a neighbouring churchyard, where there was a little grave, bright no doubt with that early sunshine. An infant she had lost was laid there, and often in happy days, -- days when she used to call that sorrow, she and Carl had visited the spot together,...« less