You are now in heaven; but you will never see
your own Nannie there."
The recollections caused by her appearance, and the heart-rending
language she used, touched her mother's heart, now softened by her
sufferings into pity for her affliction, if not into a portion of the
former affection which she bore her.
"O Nannie, Nannie!" said she, now weeping bitterly upon a fresh sorrow,
"don't talk that way--don't, don't; you have repentance to turn to; and
for what you've done, God will yet forgive you, and so will your mother.
It was a great crime in you; but God can forgive the greatest, if his
own creatures will turn to him with sorrow for what they've done."
She never once turned her eyes upon her mother, nor raised them for a
moment from her father's face. In fact, she did not seem to have heard
a single syllable she said, and this was evident from the wild but
affecting abstractedness of her manner.
"Mother!" she exclaimed, "that man they say is a murderer, and yet I am
not worthy to touch him. Ah! I'm alone now--altogether alone, and he--he
that loved me, too, was taken away from me by a cruel death--ay, a cruel
death; for it was barbarous to kill him as if he was a wild beast--ay,
and without one moment's notice, with all his sins upon his head.
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