How came you by the hurt, eh?" "How did I come by it?—that's a nate question. ” Lucy implored. The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. Not a word had been exchanged between the two boys on the road. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. ” “Where?” He asked. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. He was interesting and inconclusive, and the original papers to which he referred her discursive were at best only suggestive. Conscience drove him to this side of the world, to this bed. She pointed hither and yon, smiled and shook her head.
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