The Miracle Man by Frank L. (Frank Lucius) Packard
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Mrs. Thornton raised her head, and her hands creeping to Helena's face brushed the brown hair tenderly back from the white forehead. "Oh, how good and sweet and pure you are!" she murmured brokenly. A quick, sudden flush, passing to all but Madison as one of demure and startled modesty, swept in a crimson tide to Helena's face. "You--you must not say that," she faltered, shaking her head. "I--you must not say that." Mrs. Thornton smiled at her--and slipped her arm affectionately around Helena's waist. "I could not help it, dear," she whispered. "It came spontaneously. And it makes me so happy to find you like this, and it makes it so much more a joy in doing what we have come to talk to you about." "What you have come to talk to me about?"--Helena, steadying herself, repeated the words almost composedly. "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Thornton, an eagerness in her voice again. "But--may we come in? Is it--" "All may come in here," Helena answered softly, "and"--her eyes met Thornton's fixed gaze and dropped quickly--"please come in," she ended abruptly. |
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