The Painter's Honeymoon

The Painter's Honeymoon
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She put her hand in mine, and told me she was proud of me, and of what I said; although I praised her very far beyond her worth. Then she went on softly playing, but without removing her eyes from me. 'Do you know, what I have heard tonight, Agnes,' said I, strangely seems to be a part of the feeling with which I regarded you when I saw you first - with which I sat beside you in my rough school-days?' ¡¡¡¡'You knew I had no mother,
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' she replied with a smile, 'and felt kindly towards me.' ¡¡¡¡'More than that, Agnes, I knew, almost as if I had known this story, that there was something inexplicably gentle and softened, surrounding you; something that might have been sorrowful in someone else (as I can now understand it was), but was not so in you.' ¡¡¡¡She softly played on, looking at me still. ¡¡¡¡'Will you laugh at my cherishing such fancies, Agnes?'