"You shall have the break and the horses," said he, with great alacrity.
Everything transpires quickly in a small house, and just as she had
finished packing, in came Mary in violent distress. "What, is it true?
Are you going to leave me, now my heart is broken? Oh, nurse! nurse!"
This was too much even for stout-hearted Nancy Easton.
"Oh, my child! my child!" she cried, and sat down on her box sobbing
violently, Mary infolded in her arms, and then they sat crying and
rocking together.
"Papa does not love me as I do him," sobbed Mary, turning bitter for the
first time. "He breaks my heart, and sends you away the same day, for
fear you should comfort me."
"No, my dear," said Mrs. Easton; "you are wrong. He does not send me
away; I go by my own wish."
"Oh, nurse, you desert me! then you don't know what has happened."
"Oh yes, I do; I know all about it; and I'm leaving because I can't do
what he wishes. You see it is this way, Miss Mary--your father has been
very good to me, and I am his debtor.
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