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"'Mistress! said the woman in a loud harsh voice, 'I am dying with thirst; can you give me anything to drink? and as she said so, she walked in and sat herself on the first seat she could find. The man came in after her, and began looking curiously about him. "'I have nothing but water or milk to offer you, answered Meeta, whose face was become as white as the cloth she held in her hand.
The sun had not yet risen, though its rays were gilding the few light clouds that flecked the eastern sky, when Meeta and Ernest stood together beneath an old oak which had long been their favorite "trysting-tree," to say those words and give and receive those last looks which are among life's most sacred treasures.
Having access to few books, they seemed likely to grow up with little more learning than might be gathered from their own observation of the world around them; but when Ernest was eighteen and Meeta fifteen years of age, circumstances occurred which gave an entirely new coloring to their lives. Franz Rainer had not always been so stern and hard as he now seemed.
"'It does not matter, said the woman; 'we have other business here besides satisfying our thirst; it was you, was it not, that told the hostess of the inn below that your uncle found a purse of gold and put it by? The purse is ours, we lost it near this place; we are come to claim it. "'Yes, said the man, advancing a step or two towards Meeta; 'it is ours, and we must have it.
"In the evening of the next day, Ella, with the help of Monique and Meeta, finished the getting up of a portion of the fine linen of Madame Eversil.
Schwartz, and with a true womanly tact she became her teacher without wounding her self-love. The road to knowledge once opened to Meeta, her advance on it was rapid. How could it be otherwise, when every step was bringing her nearer to Earnest! The elevation and refinement of mind which Meeta thus acquired impressed themselves on her agreeable features.
The weeping Meeta composed herself that she might soothe them. "Ernest, I cannot let you stay longer here; I am your father's nurse." "My nurse, my daughter, my all, Ernest; your gift to me, my son, which, thank GOD! you have come in time to receive again from my hands. Take her to you, Ernest."
"Meeta would not let Margot tell her own story, but raised her voice so high that Martin himself from one side, and Ella from another, came to see what could have happened. They came in just in time to see Monique empty the purse, and count the golden pieces.
Time had another lesson to teach, and Meeta soon learned it; that in a combat such as she had to sustain, no half-way measures would suffice, that she must not drive her griefs down to the depths of her heart, shutting them there from every human eye, but she must drive them out of her heart.
"He does, Ernest, and may live, I think will live, for many days yet." "Thank GOD! then I shall see him again!" The conversation had till now been in whispers, but Ernest uttered his ejaculation of thankfulness aloud. There was a movement in the old man's room, a sound, and Meeta glided to his side. "Who were you talking with, my daughter?" he murmured feebly.
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