She tried to take one of Rosa's lean hot hands. The poor child
tore it away, leaving her rings behind her; lifted her hands to her face:
and cried, cried as if her little heart would break. Ah me! what a story
was there! what an outburst of pent-up feeling! what a passion of pain!
The ring had fallen to the ground; the little boy crept towards it, and
picked it up, and came towards his mother, fixing on her his large
wondering eyes. "Mamma crying. Mamma's ring!" he said, holding up the
circle of gold. With more feeling than I had ever seen her exhibit, she
clasped the boy in her wasted arms. Great Heaven! what passion, jealousy,
grief, despair, were tearing and trying all these hearts, that but for
fate might have been happy?
Clive went round, and with the utmost sweetness and tenderness hanging
round his child and wife, soothed her with words of consolation, that in
truth I scarce heard, being ashamed almost of being present at this
sudden scene. No one, however, took notice of the witnesses; and even
Mrs.
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