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Her likeness to her sister gave him at first almost a shock; a moment afterwards he was conscious of a wonderful sense of relief. “When we go indoors I will show you the offers I have refused,” she answered. ‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. I shall still believe in you. " "You talk boldly," replied Wild. " She sent a covert glance toward the young man. He asked me to watch Mr. She knew it. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a place. ‘The whole town is talking. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. No good at all.
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