Infelice by Augusta Jane Evans Wilson
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For a moment, oblivious of all else, each gazed into the eyes of the other, and a subtle magnetic current flashed from soul to soul, revealing certain arcana, which years of ordinary acquaintance sometimes fail to unveil. From the pastor's countenance melted every trace of doubt and apprehension; from that of the girl all shadow of distrust. Studying the tableau, Mr. Palma saw the clergyman smile, and as if involuntarily open his arms; and he was astonished when the shy, reticent child who had repulsed all his efforts to become acquainted, suddenly glided forward and into the outstretched arms of her new guardian. Weary from the long journey and rigid restraint imposed upon her feelings, the closely pent emotion broke all barriers, and, clinging to the minister Regina found relief in a flood of tears. Mr. Hargrove sat down, and, keeping his arm around her, said tenderly: "Are you so unwilling to come and live under my care? Would you prefer to remain with Mr. Palma?" She put her hands up, and, clasping them at the back of his head, answered brokenly: "No--no I it is not that. Your face shows me you are good--so good! But I can't help crying,--I have tried so hard to keep from it, ever since I kissed the Sisters good-bye,--and everything is so strange--and my throat aches, and aches--oh, don't scold me! Please let me cry!" "As much as you please. We know your poor little heart is almost breaking, and a good cry will help you." |
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