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Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. When I think of the love you give me—One ought to give you back love. " Her son complied, and sat down upon the patch-work coverlet beside her. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. They seldom arrive on the beach. I'll try a strong dose. " "It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I care not," retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused into sudden eloquence. Impressionable, lonely, a deal beyond his analytical reach, the girl might let her sympathies go beyond those of the nurse. It seemed incredible that she and her aunt were, indeed, creatures of the same blood, only by a birth or so different beings, and part of that same broad interlacing stream of human life that has invented the fauns and nymphs, Astarte, Aphrodite, Freya, and all the twining beauty of the gods. Someone had thoughtfully wrapped a bit of tissue paper round the electric bulb. She snapped out of her blissful state and looked at him squarely in the eyes.
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