She saw instead of her own face, middle-aged and good to
see, the expression of a life of honesty and good will to others
and patience under trials, the face of a very old woman scowling
forever with unceasing hatred and misery at herself and all others,
at life, and death, at that which had been and that which was to
come. She saw instead of her own face in the glass, the face of
her dead Aunt Harriet, topping her own shoulders in her own well-
known dress!
Sophia Gill left the room. She went into the one which she shared
with her sister Amanda. Amanda looked up and saw her standing
there. She had set the lamp on a table, and she stood holding a
handkerchief over her face. Amanda looked at her with terror.
"What is it? What is it, Sophia?" she gasped.
Sophia still stood with the handkerchief pressed to her face.
"Oh, Sophia, let me call somebody. Is your face hurt? Sophia,
what is the matter with your face?" fairly shrieked Amanda.
Suddenly Sophia took the handkerchief from her face.
"Look at me, Amanda Gill," she said in an awful voice.
Amanda looked, shrinking.
"What is it? Oh, what is it? You don't look hurt.
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