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Her arms were stretched out with a grace and ardor that could embellish
even eloquence, when a choking sob struck her ear. She turned her head
swiftly, and there was William Hope, his hands working, his face
convulsed, and the tears running down his cheeks like the very rain.
It was no wonder. Think of it! The child he adored, yet had parted with
to save her from dire poverty, remembered that sad condition to ask for
it back again, because of his love that made it sweet to her after all
these years of comfort. And of late he had been jealous, and saw, or
thought, he had no great place in her heart, and never should have.
Ah, it is a rarity to shed tears of joy! The thing is familiarly spoken
of, but the truth is that many pass through this world of tears and never
shed one such tear. The few who have shed them can congratulate William
Hope for this blissful moment after all he had done and suffered.
But the sweet girl who so surprised that manly heart, and drew those
heavenly tears, had not the key.
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