"The poor young man!" sighed Angelina. ’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. Save my seat. . It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. ‘We mean you no harm,’ he said reassuringly. She cried out with the pain of it. . ” She removed some posters from a chair, and seated herself coolly. You need not be afraid.
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