The Heir of Redclyffe by Charlotte Mary Yonge
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She held out her hand; and with tears answered--
'Indeed I will, if I see any occasion.' 'You will let me trust to you to tell me when I get too vehement? above all, when you see my temper failing? Thank you; you don't know what a relief it is!' 'But you must not call yourself alone. You are one of us now.' 'Yes; since you have made that promise,' said Guy; and for the first time she saw the full beauty of his smile--a sort of sweetness and radiance of which eye and brow partook almost as much as the lips. It alone would have gained her heart. 'I must look on you as a kind of nephew,' she added, kindly. 'I used to hear so much of you from my brother.' 'Oh!' cried Guy, lighting up, 'Archdeacon Morville was always so kind to me. I remember him very well!' 'Ah! I wish--' there she paused, and added,-- tête-à-tête 'it is not right to wish such things--and Philip is very like his father.' 'I am very glad his regiment is so near. I want to know him better.' 'You knew him at Redclyffe, when he was staying there?' 'Yes,' said Guy, his colour rising; 'but I was a boy then, and a very foolish, headstrong one. I am glad to meet him again. What a grand- |
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