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CHAPTER XXI.
CONVALESCENCE.
"It may be there was waiting for the coming of my feet,
Some gift of such rare blessedness, some joy so strangely sweet,
That my lips can only tremble with the thanks that I repeat."
But Alice was young and strong,
and of an unbroken constitution;
and youth, when aided by love
and hope and happiness, recuperates
rapidly. And the time soon came when
Alice, sitting supported by her father's arms,
with her trembling hand fondly clasped in
that of her beloved grandmother, who seemed
to her as one restored from the dead,
could listen attentively to her father while
he recounted to them the events of those
passed years, which she had so longed to
know and so vainly conjectured.
He described her mother to her as she was when they first met—her beauty, her
