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Do smile; smile again. Shall I tell you what I should like? Tell me anythingonly keep talking. I am Saul; but for music I should perish. I should like you to be brought to the Rectory, and given to me and mamma. A precious gift! I have not laughed since they shot me till now. Do you suffer pain, Robert? Not so much pain now; but I am hopelessly weak, and the state of my mind is inexpressibledark, barren, impotent. Do you not read it all in my face? I look a mere ghost. Altered, yet I should have known you anywhere. But I understand your feelings; I experienced something like it. Since we met, I, too, have been very ill. Very ill? I thought I should die. The tale of my life seemed told. Every night just at midnight, I used to wake from awful dreamsand the book lay open before me at the last page, where was written Finis. I had strange feelings. You speak my experience. I believed I should never see you again; and I grew so thinas thin as you are now. I could do nothing for myselfneither rise nor lie down; and I could not eatyet, you see, I am better. Comforter! sad as sweet. I am too feeble to say what I feel; but, while you speak, I do feel. Here I am at your side, where I thought never more to be; here I speak to youI see you listen to me willinglylook at me kindly. Did I count on that? I despaired. Moore sigheda sigh so deep, it was nearly a groan; he covered his eyes with his hand. May I be spared to make some atonement! Such was his prayer. And for what? We will not touch on it now, Cary; unmanned as I am, I have not the power to cope with such a topic. Was Mrs. Pryor with you during your illness? Yes (Caroline smiled brightly)you know she is mamma? I have heard; Hortense told me; but that tale, too, I will receive from yourself. Does she add to your happiness? What! mamma? She is dear to me; how dear I cannot say. I was altogether weary, and she held me up. I deserve to hear that in a moment when I can scarce lift my hand to my head. I deserve it. It is no reproach against you. It is a coal of fire heaped on my head; and so is every word you address to me, and every look that lights your sweet face. Come still nearer, Lina; and give me your handif my thin fingers do not scare you. |
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