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Jessie Fothergill

Jessie Fothergill The First Violin

The First Violin

Sinopsis

“Wonderful weather for April!” Yes, it certainty was wonderful. I fully
agreed with the sentiment expressed at different periods of the day by
different of my family; but I did not follow their example and
seek enjoyment out-of-doors—pleasure in that balmy spring air. Trouble—
the first trouble of my life—had laid her hand heavily upon me. The world
felt disted and all upside-down; I very helpless and lonely in it. I had
two sisters, I had a father and a mother; but none the less was I unable to
share my grief with any one of them; nay, it had been an absolute relief to
me when first one and then another of them had left the house, on business
or pleasure intent, and ...