Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had been interested. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. She turned off the light and approached the window. I must go to-night, or I shall never behold him again. It’s my other side of the moon.
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