"I am so excessively fond of snuff. The Malays have one, too, but it's a rank imitation, tom-toms and all. It was all highly intriguing. His safety must be looked to. Courtlaw,” she remarked. "He seems infatuated about the lad," observed Wild. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. She kissed him on the bridge of his nose. "But if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be to him what I would have been.
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