"I think it is
because I sleep so badly. I rise in the morning hot and quivering, and
more tired then I lay down."
Mrs. Dodd inquired how long this had been.
Julia did not answer this question; she went on, with her face still
hidden: "Mamma, I do feel so depressed and hysterical, or else in violent
spirits: but not nice and cheerful as you are, and I used to be; and I go
from one thing to another, and can settle to nothing--even in church I
attend by fits and starts: I forgot to water my very flowers last night:
and I heard Mrs. Maxley out of my window tell Sarah I am losing my
colour. Am I? But what does it matter? I am losing my sense; for I catch
myself for ever looking in the glass, and that is a sure sign of a fool,
you know. And I cannot pass the shops: I stand and look in, and long for
the very dearest silks, and for diamonds in my hair." A deep sigh
followed the confession of these multiform imperfections; and the culprit
half raised her head to watch their effect.
As for Mrs. Dodd, she opened her eyes wide with surprise; but at the end
of the heterogeneous catalogue she smiled, and said, "I cannot believe
_that.
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