But he had spoken those few words as one speaks to an afflicted child.
There was a mellow softness and an undisguised paternity in his
tones--and what more natural, the girl being in pain?
But Mary's ear was so acute that these tones carried her out of the
present situation, and seemed to stir the depths of memory. She fell into
a little reverie, and asked herself had she not heard a voice like that
many years ago.
She was puzzling herself a little over this when Hope returned with a
long thin band of white Indian cotton, steeped in water, and, taking her
hand gently, began to bind her wrist with great lightness and delicacy.
And as he bound it he said, "There, the pain will soon go."
Mary looked at him full, and said, slowly, "I believe it will." Then,
very thoughtfully, "It did--before."
These three simple words struck Hope as rather strange.
"It did before?" said he, and stared at her. "Why, when was that?"
Mary said, in a hopeless sort of way, "I don't know when, but long
before your time.
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