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CHAPTER V.
There was no doubt, as Mr. Greydon had said, that Blanche was very delicate, and she was one of those exciteable people whose health fade when their spirits are depressed, and who expand into strength when their minds are at ease. She caught a slight cold by lingering near the river on a damp evening, and when Aunt Sarah paid her weekly visit to Pleasance, she found Blanche stretched on the sofa, pale and shrunk, with red eyes and hot hands, a feeble attempt at a cap at the very back of her head, and much Mechlin lace, and soft muslin and pink ribbon, professing to be an invalid's dressing-gown.
"My dear child, what is the matter?"
"All sorts of things. Aunt Sarah. In the
