The Nurse's Tears

Helen, i heard you were very ill, and i could not sleep till i had spoken to you. You came to bid me good bye. And when you hear that i am dead, you must be sure and not grieve. There is nothing to grieve about. We all must die one day. And the illness which is removing me is not painful. It is gentle and gradual. My mind is at rest. I leave no one to regret me much. I have only a father, and he is lately married and will not miss me. When it was over, she lay some minutes exhausted, then she whispered, jane, your little feet are bare. Lie down and

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