”
“Well, tell me. But he had
now lost the precise spot; and thinking he had examined the drain, turned his
attention to another quarter. "Will you write," asked the doctor, "and
tell me how you are getting along?"
"Oh, yes!"
"The last advice I can give you is this: excite his imagination; get him started
with his writing. She told
him the story of her parents, her marriage to Iovelli, the
loss of her baby, the kidnapping after the miscarriage. There was a strip of old rose brocade in
the making that set an ache in the girl's heart for the want of it. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued
her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that
might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was
something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the
mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little
dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful.
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