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There was a mist of tears over his eyes--a mist that was no dishonour;

it only showed that the cost had been fully counted, and his allegiance

given with a clear estiht have to give with it Lysbet was a little awed by the solerandeur of such a

complete surrender of self as her husband had just consu coer, handsomer

She dropped her knitting to her feet, she put her ar her head upon his breast, said softly, "My good Joris!

I will love thee forever"

In a few ly worried;

and, although Joris and he avoided politics by a kind of tacit

agreement, he could not keep to kirk and commercial matters, but

constantly returned to one subject,--a vessel lying at Murray's Wharf,

which had sold her cargo of molasses and ru the custom-house about the city's ears, if there's

'safety' in that,--the born idiots," he said

Joris was in that grandly purposeful mood that takes no heed of fretful