I’ve never had these crying fits before. 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. Before I met you I never met any one whom I felt I could love, but you have discovered depths in my own nature I had scarcely suspected. The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust would precipitate them into the river. " "He's let out for a few hours," laughed Kneebone; "but he's going back again after supper. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. " "Would you like to have me come in and talk?" How tender that sounded!—talk! "If you want to. What was it in her heart or mind or soul that went out to this man? Music—was that it? Was he powerless to stir her without the gift? But hadn't he fascinated her by his talk, gentle and winning? Ah, but that had been after he had played for her. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from traders.
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