" "Oh, Jack!" cried his mother, falling upon his neck, and covering him with kisses. She had but to choose. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is. But now you must be quiet; there's been too much excitement. She had thought to wear it now, since she must look more the demoiselle.
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