All her tender lures, inherent and acquired, had shattered themselves futilely against the reserve he had set between them. “My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. '—'It's not to be thought of,' says I, thumping the table till every glass on it jingled; 'and I know a way as'll prevent it. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. “Can’t stop, thanks,” he answered. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. "There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do.
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