He had deliberately saved it for last. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. It had been
intensified and corrupted by time, as if to add insult to
injury. I am dreadfully sad. ’
‘Compel me? You do not know me, monsieur. “I don’t
know, John. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may
remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again. \"
\"All right. ?” she asked. . He wondered why she thought love made people happy,
and began to talk of the smilax and pinks that adorned the table.
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