It was so good for delicate people . She found Camilla alone in the Barry sitting-room , and noticed with a feeling that was almost like self-reproach how thin and frail and white the poor young creature looked . Why , she seemed little more than a child ! Her great dark eyes were far too big for her wasted face , and her hands were almost transparent . `` I 'm not much better yet , '' said Camilla tremulously , in response to Mrs. Falconer 's inquiries . `` Oh , I 'm so slow getting well ! And I know -- I feel that I 'm a burden to everybody . '' `` But you must n't think that , dear , '' said Mrs. Falconer , feeling more uncomfortable than ever . `` We are all glad to do all we can for you . '' Mrs. Falconer paused suddenly . She was a very truthful woman and she instantly realized that that last sentence was not true . She was not doing all she could for Camilla -- she would not be glad , she feared , to do all she could . `` If I were only well enough to go to work , '' sighed Camilla . `` Mr. Marks says I can have a place in the shoe factory whenever I 'm able to . But it will be so long yet . Oh , I 'm so tired and discouraged ! '' She put her hands over her face and sobbed . Mrs. Falconer caught her breath . What if Missy were somewhere alone in the world -- ill , friendless , with never a soul to offer her a refuge or a shelter ? It was so very , very probable .
Before she could check herself Mrs. XXXXX spoke .
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