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doctors' treatment, for which their mother had been taken to London,
had not succeeded, but had occasioned such terrible illness, that
unless by the mercy of God she became much better in the course of a
day or two, she could not live. If she should be worse, he would
either write or telegraph, and Susan and Sam must be ready to set out
at once on the receipt of such a message, and come up by the next
train to London, where they should be met at the station. He had
promised their mother that in case of need he would send for them.
God bless you, my poor children, and have mercy on us all!
Your loving father,
H. MERRIFIELD.
That was all; and Christabel felt, more than even the children did,
from how full and heavy a heart those words had been written.
Though she hardly knew how to speak, she tried to comfort Susan by
showing her that her father had evidently not given up all hope; but
Susan was crying more at the thought of her Mamma's present illness
and pain than with fear of the future; and Sam said sadly, "He would
not have written at all unless it had been very bad indeed.
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