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He had done Turning from me, he once more

"Looked to river, looked to hill"

But this tis were all pent in his heart: I was not

worthy to hear them uttered As I walked by his side homeward, I

read well in his iron silence all he felt towards me: the

disappointment of an austere and despotic nature, which has met

resistance where it expected subs

and views in which it has no power to sympathise: in short, as a

man, he would have wished to coerce me into obedience: it was only

as a sincere Christian he bore so patiently witha space for reflection and repentance

That night, after he had kissed his sisters, he thought proper to

forget even to shake hands with h I had no love, had much friendship for him--was hurt