Missus Reed's Death

My uncle reed is in heaven and can see all you do and think. And so can papa and mamma. They know how you shut me up all day long and how you wish me dead. I say scarcely voluntary, for it seemed as if my tongue pronounced words without my will, consenting to their utterance. Something spoke out of me over which i had no control what said. She shook me most soundly. She boxed both my ears and then left me without a word. Bessy supplied the hiatus by a homily of an hour's length, in which she proved beyond a doubt, i was the most wicked and abandoned child ever reared under a

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