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the stamens of a lily, of the daring curve of the
nose, and the soft wave of the lips, and the long
oval of her cheek, and the refined cut of her chin.
And he thought of the clear complexion, of the
bewitching expression made by the black eyebrows
under the fair hair, and of the blue eyes in their
white setting, and of the gleam of light which hid
in the corners of them. She was so lovely, his
beloved. He thought of the warm heart hiding under
her haughty mien. She had strength for love and
self-sacrifice under that fine skin and those proud
words. It was bliss to see her again. He had made
two steps of the stairs, did she think he would stand
now at the door? He sprang through the room and
knelt at her sofa. He meant to see her, kiss her,
and bid her farewell. He loved her, and would
probably never cease to love her, but his heart was
accustomed to suffering. Oh, where was he to find her,
the rose without support or root which he might
gather and call his own? He could not even keep
her he had found deserted and half dead in the
snowdrift. When would his love raise its song, a
song so high and pure that no discord would rend
it? When could his happiness build on a ground
which no other soul longed for? He thought of his
farewell to her.
“There is great trouble in your home to-day,”
he would say. “My heart ached at the sight of it.
You must go home and bring your father to his
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