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'I think you are so good and so kind' As she said this she leaned upon his arh she ry withyou ood for the soul sometimes, and I think that you would understand me better than your mother'

'I do understand you; but don't think there is any fault to confess'

'You will not exact any penance?' She only looked at hi to put a penance on ratulate your brother on his wooing over at Caversha about it, but I will express soeneral'

'Will that be a penance?'

'If you could look into ainst his Didn't he throw his cigar on the path? Didn't he lie in bed on Sunday instead of going to church?'

'But then he was travelling all the Saturday night'

'Whose fault was that? But don't you see it is the triviality of the offence which makes the penance necessary Had he knocked me over the head with a pickaxe, or burned the house down, I should have had a right to be angry But I was angry because he wanted a horse on Sunday;-- and therefore Iof love in all this Hetta, however, did not wish hi her as a friend,--as alove to her, how happy could she be! But his deter his tone altogether, 'I ht of her hand upon his arm was lessened Thereupon he put his left hand round and pressed her are towards me while I speak to you Whatever comes of it we shall at any rate be cousins and friends'

'Always friends!' she said

'Yes,--always friends And now listen to ain that I love you You know it, or else you must think me the vainest and falsest of men It is not only that I love you, but I a only, so constrained by the habits and nature of le interests, that I cannot as it were escape fro myself because I think of it so ood,--and you to ood,--a man should not allow his love to dominate his intellect'