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` I 'm sure , Bessie , when we were in Paris , ' says he , ` you did not take it much to heart ; and I 'll do what I can to make you comfortable . ' '' ` Do n't mock us with talking about comfort , ' said mother , sternly . ` If Bessie did not feel her sin and her shame when she was in that sink of iniquity with you , I trust I have been able to convince her of her position since she returned to me . ' '' ` Indeed , Harry , ' says I , ` morning , noon , and night , mother is preaching to me , and I really wish I was dead , to have a little quiet . ' '' ` Tut , tut , ' says he , ` if you were really ill , you would not speak so briskly about dying ; ' and he tried to soothe me down , but I kept very sulky -- but yet when he went away he did not believe there was much the matter with me . '' ` We must make you really ill , ' says my mother , when he was gone ; so she got some stuff for me to take , and I swallowed it , and I really did think as I was dying . I never felt as bad before or since , and even mother was frightened that she had made it too strong , but she sent for Harry , and he was frightened too .