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it in my hand, and searching into those bonny wells of eyes, whose glance under their hazel lashes seemed like a pencilled laugh; and well I liked to note the colouring of the cheek and the expression of the mouth. I hardly believed fancy could improve on the curve of that mouth, or of the chin; even my ignorance knew that both were beautiful, and pondered perplexed over this doubthow it was that what charmed so much could at the same time so keenly pain. Once, by way of test, I took little Missy Home, and, lifting her in my arms, told her to look at the picture. Do you like it, Polly? I asked. She never answered, but gazed long, and at last a darkness went trembling through her sensitive eye, as she said, Put me down. So I put her down, saying to myself, The child feels it too. All these things do I now think over, adding, He had his faults, yet scarce ever was a finer natureliberal, suave, impressible. My reflections closed in an audibly pronounced word, Graham! Graham! echoed a sudden voice at the bedside. Do you want Graham? I looked. The plot was but thickening, the wonder but culminating. If it was strange to see that well- remembered pictured form on the wall, still stranger was it to turn and behold the equally well-remembered living form oppositea woman, a lady, most real and substantial, tall, well-attired, wearing widows silk, and such a cap as best became her matron and motherly braids of hair. Hers, too, was a good facetoo marked, perhaps, now for beauty, but not for sense or character. She was little changedsomething sterner, something more robust; but she was my godmotherstill the distinct vision of Mrs. Bretton. I kept quiet, yet internally I was much agitated. My pulse fluttered, and the blood left my cheek, which turned cold. Madam, where am I? I inquired. In a very safe asylum, well protected for the present. Make your mind quite easy till you get a little better. You look ill this morning. I am so entirely bewildered, I do not know whether I can trust my senses at all, or whether they are misleading me in every particular. But you speak English, do you not, madam? I should think you might hear that. It would puzzle me to hold a long discourse in French. You do not come from England? I am lately arrived thence. Have you been long in this country? You seem to know my son? Do I, madam? Perhaps I do. Your sonthe picture there? That is his portrait as a youth. While looking at it you pronounced his name. Graham Bretton? She nodded. I speak to Mrs. Bretton, formerly of Bretton,shire? Quite right; and you, I am told, are an English teacher in a foreign school here. My son recognized you as such. How was I found, madam, and by whom? |
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