Coralie - Everyday Life Library No. 2 by Charlotte M. (Charlotte Monica) Brame
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page 70 of 114 (61%)
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CHAPTER X. "Coralie!" I cried, in surprise. "What is the matter? What are you doing?" She looked up at me, the fire of her eyes flashing through the mist of tears. "Don't scold me, Edgar; it is the fault of the music. It sent me here to tell you how dearly I love you, and to ask from you one kind word." I was terribly embarrassed. Could it be possible this beautiful woman was confessing her love for me? "Do not judge me hastily," she said. "I am not like the fair, cold girls of this northern clime. My father had Spanish blood in his veins, and some of it flows in mine. My music went deep into my heart, and my heart cried aloud for one kind word from you." "Am I not always kind, Coralie?" "Ah, yes, with that cold, English kindness which kills even sooner than your keen frost and biting winds. I want something more than this cruel kindness. Oh, cousin, can you not see I love you? I love you--ah, heaven, how dearly!--and I want your love in return." Believe me, reader, I was speechless. I would fain have raised her, have |
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