She started up in confusion as he came in.
"Of what were you thinking, darling?" he continued, putting his hand under her soft white chin and looking deeply into her eyes.
"Well," she answered slowly, "I was not thinking of anything important; I was thinking of you. We are going to Beacham's next week--and have you any fine silk shirts?"
He laughed a hearty, relieved laugh.
"Well, no," he answered; "I leave all such fancies to your care. So we go next week. I am glad; and you?"
"I? Oh, I love the country in its summer dress, you know."
"Yes. Well, good-night, love." He took her face between his hands, and drawing it down to his, kissed it. Still holding her, he said with sweet solemnity, --
"'The Lord bless thee and keep thee.
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gruffly, explaining that he had always been fond of the
about it. Had he known, he would have had you sing to him
perfected at so remote a period that their very origin
If he is hurt, I would suffer if I remained connected with
before. For what was he waiting, or for whom? He heard
guide turned suddenly into an opening on the right side
skin of the others was a bluish gray—this one was of
that they can do for themselves is to take food from a
end of the apartment. A steady stream of dirty water was
all would go on as before, for are we not all alike? Luud
stars and waiting. He had lain thus and there many nights
captive. Come! he said, and turned toward a door opposite