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قراءة كتاب Fashion and Famine

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Fashion and Famine

Fashion and Famine

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XIII.   The Morning Lesson—Doubt—Sympathy—Misery 179 XIV.   A Wedding Foreshadowed—Sunshine of the Heart 187 XV.   The Mother's Appeal—the Son's Falsehood 194 XVI.   The Bridal Wreath—Roses and Cypress 211 XVII.   An Hour before the Ball—Strides of Destiny 222 XVIII.   The Forged Check—Uncle and Nephew 228 XIX.   Night and Morning—Wild Heart Strife 234 XX.   The Last Interview—Parting—Death 251 XXI.   The City Prison—Examination for Murder 266 XXII.   The Imprisoned Witness in the Female Ward 282 XXIII.   The Three Old Women in Fulton Market 299 XXIV.   The First Night in Prison—Prayers—Tears—Dreams 311 XXV.   Little Georgie—his Mother and Julia Warren 319 XXVI.   Mrs. Gray and the Prison Woman 330 XXVII.   Struggles and Revels—Unquenched Anguish 338 XXVIII.   Ada Leicester and Jacob Strong 344 XXIX.   Ada's Solitary Breakfast—Desolation of Heart 350 XXX.   The Prison Woman in Ada's Dressing-Room 354 XXXI.   The Tombs Lawyer and his Client Mrs. Gray 366 XXXII.   The Lawyer's Visit to his Client 372 XXXIII.   The Trial for Murder—Opening Scenes 380 XXXIV.   The Two Witnesses—Recognition too Late 388 XXXV.   The Verdict—Stillness—Death-Shadows 399 XXXVI.   The Parents, the Child and Grandchild 405 XXXVII.   The Dawning of Light—Angelic Missions 412 XXXVIII.   Gathering for the Execution 414 XXXIX.   Hearts and Consciences at Rest 422

FASHION AND FAMINE.


CHAPTER I. THE STRAWBERRY GIRL.

Like wild flowers on the mountain side,
Goodness may be of any soil;
Yet intellect, in all its pride,
And energy, with pain and toil,
Hath never wrought a holier thing
Than Charity in humble birth.
God's brightest angel stoops his wing,
To meet so much of Heaven on earth.

The morning had not fully dawned on New York, yet its approach was visible everywhere amid the fine scenery around the city. The dim shadows piled above Weehawken, were warming up with purple, streaked here and there with threads of rosy gold. The waters of the Hudson heaved and rippled to the glow of yellow and crimson light, that came and went in flashes on each idle curl of the waves. Long Island lay in

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