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Winthrop?" I said, taking a step nearer, and looking intently into his eyes, which returned my look with one equally penetrating. "No, Medoline. You, least of any one I know," he said, quietly. I looked at him with surprise perhaps a trifle grieved. "Does that offend you?" he asked after a pause. "It wounds me; for I am your friend." "I am glad of that, little one."
You should have gone where it was warm, or rung for Esmerelda to kindle your fire." I rose and tried to walk across the room; but staggered and would have fallen only that she supported me. "Are you sick, Medoline?" She asked, in great alarm. "My head aches and I am very hot," I said uncertainly.
"You were in a very imaginative and sentimental mood to trace such analogies. It is not wise to see so much in a common human face." "Do we not sometimes get glimpses of God in that way?" I asked. "Are you always thinking such high thoughts, Medoline?" "Oh, no, indeed. When I have nothing to inspire them, my thoughts are very commonplace.
I asked timidly. "If I cared for you then, Medoline! Why don't you ask me when first I began to love you?" "I did not think to ask." "Do you remember that day in the autumn when you had the Mill Road people here?" "Yes." "You came to me, if you remember, with the widow Larkum's baby in your arms, a very timid, and beseeching look on your face at the same time." I nodded in reply.
"Really and truly, yes." In my surprise and delight I lifted the ring to my lips and kissed it. "That is the prettiest compliment paid to a gift I ever witnessed," Mr. Bovyer said, with a smile. "Medoline has her own way of doing things. I find her refreshingly original." "That is almost better than the ring," I murmured gratefully, looking up into his face. "Shall we have breakfast served now?"
"She compelled me to give my promise to go and see her again. She looks for me to-day." "Medoline, have you no sense of propriety? Mr. Winthrop's ward visiting, unknown to him, the woman who wrought him such grievous wrong? Can you expect him to forgive such an act, especially when he was getting to have such confidence in your honesty and purity?" "You will tell Mr. Winthrop?" "I must obey him.
"Strictly speaking, it wanted just five minutes to nine when you slipped stealthily into the side entrance." I sat, culprit-like, in silence, while his eyes were watching me closely. "Don't you think two hours a long time to be loitering about the garden in the dark?" "You must not be too hard on Medoline," Mrs. Flaxman interposed.
"When this life is done, and its work all finished, I may slip away there. I think my soul saw its home and can never again be so fully content with earth." "Try not to think about it, Medoline, any more." "Why not?" "When a person's spirits begin to get homesick for a higher existence, usually they soon drift quietly away where they long to be." Another day she told me how much Mrs.
To make sure of the matter I determined to look at her again, and opened my eyes to settle my perplexity; but this time the face looking down at me was not Mrs. Blake's. I tried to raise my head on the pillow the better to see who it was, when the person stooped near to me and said: "You are coming back to us, Medoline." I wondered who was calling me by that name. No one save Mr. Winthrop and Mrs.
"I think a heathen would have felt some before unknown spiritual influence there to-night, if he had understood our language," I exclaimed. "Heathen and Christian alike are not so susceptible to spiritual influences as you, Medoline; so in harmony with the unseen and unknowable as you are getting to be." "Religion cannot be classed with the unknowable.
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