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`` You speak like Mrs. Yorke in her most gloomy moments , like Miss Mann when she is most sourly and hypochondriacally disposed . This is terrible ! '' `` No , it is only true . O child , you have only lived the pleasant morning time of life ; the hot , weary noon , the sad evening , the sunless night , are yet to come for you . Mr. Helstone , you say , talks as I talk ; and I wonder how Mrs. Matthewson Helstone would have talked had she been living . She died ! she died ! ''