urdy man. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were lovers, then, still. The mother’s death and that of the devoted clergyman had not served to Menn Moncler Chamonix Norge Salg reveal the secret which secured the happiness of this bright, attractive, if somewhat worldly, pair. I own I was glad of this, little as I felt myself in sympathy with the radiant but superficial Agnes. Youth, love, and joy are so precious that it lightens the heart to behold their sunshine even on the faces of those whose characters we do not envy.
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It was well, for my PJS Herreklær Harraseeket Parkas Norge Salg suspense was long, so long that hope and courage began to fail and an inward trembling to take the place of the joyous emotions with which I had placed this confession in his hands. Nevertheless, it came to an end at last, and, with an agitation easy to conceive, I heard Miehet Cg Hybridge Hoody Suomi him roll the manuscript up, rise, and approach to where I sat. Canada Goose Menn Norge Salg I did not look up, I could not; but I felt his gaze burning through my half-closed lids, and terrified lest I should reveal my weakness and my hopes, I set my lips together, Luxury Boulder and stilled the beatings of my heart, till I must have struck his sense with the chill and immobility of a totally insensible woman. The despair which the sight caused him, showed itself in his tone when he spoke.
“You share my own opinion of myself,” said he. “You consider me the destroyer of Mr. Barrows.”
I looked up. What grief, what shame, what love I beheld in the face above me. Slowly I shook my head.
“Mr. Barrows does not accuse you,” said I. Then, determined to be truthful to the core at all risks and at all hazards, I added earnestly, “But you were to blame; greatly to blame; I shall never hide that fact from you or from myself. I should be unworthy of your esteem if I did.”
“Yes,” he earnestly assented, “and I would be less than a man if I did not agree with you.” Then, in a lower tone and with greater earnestness yet, continued, “It is not pleasant for a man to speak ill of his own flesh and blood; but after having read words as condemnatory as these, it may be pardoned me, perhaps, if I speak as much of the truth as is necessary to present myself in a fair light to the woman upon whose good opinion rests all my future happiness. Constance, I love you —”
But at this word I had hurriedly risen.
“Oh!” I somewhat incoherently exclaimed; “not here! not under your own roof!”
But at his look I sank back.
“Yes,” he imperatively cried, “here and now. I cannot wait another day, another hour. My love for you is too great, too absor |
