‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. There's our young friend upstairs. I leaned over and looked at him—he was quite still. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. How fortunate that she recognises the resemblance. She liked the animated eagerness of his manner. I never made any effort to touch them; so by and by they learned to light fearlessly on my arms and shoulders. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work.
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