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Kirby, William, 1817-1906

"The Golden Dog"

" He looked at her as he said this, but instantly
withdrew his eyes, fearing he had been overbold.
She blushed, and only replied, with absolute indirection, "Oh, I am
so thankful to you, Pierre Philibert!" But she gave him, as he
left, a look of gratitude and love which never effaced itself from
his memory. In after-years, when Pierre Philibert cared not for the
light of the sun, nor for woman's love, nor for life itself, the
tender, impassioned glance of those dark eyes wet with tears came
back to him like a break in the dark clouds, disclosing the blue
heaven beyond; and he longed to be there.

CHAPTER XXV.
BETWIXT THE LAST VIOLET AND THE EARLIEST ROSE.

"Do not go out to-day, brother, I want you so particularly to stay
with me to-day," said Amelie de Repentigny, with a gentle, pleading
voice. "Aunt has resolved to return to Tilly to-morrow; I need your
help to arrange these papers, and anyway, I want your company,
brother," added she, smiling.
Le Gardeur sat feverish, nervous, and ill after his wild night spent
at the Taverne de Menut.


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