Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. “I am so very, very sorry. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. She knew it. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. “I think as I feel in a good humour it must be the latter. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow.
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