The Foundling of Sebastopol, a Drama, by the Author of 'The Chinese Mother'

The Foundling of Sebastopol, a Drama, by the Author of 'The Chinese Mother'

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ...it was mine as well. 'Twas on the Assumption of our Lady that I took her to the glorious shrine, and had her naine enrolled and put within the Sacred Heart of Mary. Had you seen her on that day, when the procession of the sacred statue passed, how she almost sprung out of my arms and clapped her little hands with joy, to see the girls who bore the banners of the Litany decked out so prettily, you would have thought her one of those rare souls in whom God's love anticipates the dawn of reason. Rev. M. It is strange that no one should have heard of her since then. A history so romantic, one would think, would have attracted notice to the child. Sister C. Perhaps her history is known in England, though in France we did not hear of it. Rev. M. Tis possible. We must inquire about it, now that we are here. Jeannette has made acquaintance in the neighbourhood already. She must ask if any one can give us uny information of the little Rose. It's just the thing to suit her. Sister C-Yes; 'twill be for her a work of love, for she quite doated on the little innocent. Rev. M. Til send her on the search to-morrow. The convent bell tolls. It is time for Office. We will go and pray for God to assist our search. Exeunt. Scene III. Miss Quigley's parlour. Widow Malonet and Rose. Rose. Oh, how glad I am that you are come at last! The time has seemed so long--longer than ever--since I saw you. Wid. M. kissing her It's me that's glad, agra! to look at your sweet face again. And it's me as thought the days and nights were getting longer and longer, till they'd let me kiss my darlint Rose; but it's over now, and I don't think of it a bit, now that the light of your eyes is shining into mine. Hose. Have you been quite well, all this long time? Didn't you feel the winter...show more

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  • Paperback | 26 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 1mm | 68g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236541375
  • 9781236541376