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Still her voice was even and gentle, as she answered his questions. She seemed to understand what were the very things he would care most to hear. She spoke of his mother's last days; and without any word of praise (which, indeed, would have been impertinence), she showed such a just and true appreciation of her who was dead and gone, that he felt as if he could listen forever to the sweet dropping words. They were balm to his sore heart. STILL HER VOICE WAS EVEN AND GENTLE AS SHE ANSWERED HIS QUESTIONS SHE SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND WHAT WERE THE VERY THINGS HE WOULD CARE MOST TO HEAR SHE SPOKE OF HIS MOTHER'S LAST DAYS AND WITHOUT ANY WORD OF PRAISE WHICH INDEED WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPERTINENCE SHE SHOWED SUCH A JUST AND TRUE APPRECIATION OF HER WHO WAS DEAD AND GONE THAT HE FELT AS IF HE COULD LISTEN FOREVER TO THE SWEET DROPPING WORDS THEY WERE BALM TO HIS SORE HEART
hining out with great peacefulness, and the large, grave, thoughtful eyes, giving the character to the features which otherwise they might, from their very regularity, have wanted. Her brown dress had the exact tint which a painter would have admired. The slanting mellow sunlight fell upon her as she stood; and the vine-leaves, already frost-tinted, made a rich, warm border, as they hung over the old house-door. "Mamma is not well; she is gone to lie down. How are you? How is Mr. Buxton?" "We are both pretty well; quite well, in fact, as far as regards health. May I come in? I want to talk to you, Maggie!" She opened the little parlor-door, and they went in; but for a time they were both silent. They could not speak of her who was with them, present in their thoughts. Maggie shut the casement, and put a log of wood on the fire. She sat down with her back to the window; but as the flame sprang up, and blazed at the touch of the dry wood, Frank saw that her face was wet with quiet tears. INTING HE HAD SEEN HER YOUNG CALM FACE SHINING OUT WITH GREAT PEACEFULNESS AND THE LARGE GRAVE THOUGHTFUL EYES GIVING THE CHARACTER TO THE FEATURES WHICH OTHERWISE THEY MIGHT FROM THEIR VERY REGULARITY HAVE WANTED HER BROWN DRESS HAD THE EXACT TINT WHICH A PAINTER WOULD HAVE ADMIRED THE SLANTING MELLOW SUNLIGHT FELL UPON HER AS SHE STOOD AND THE VINE LEAVES ALREADY FROST TINTED MADE A RICH WARM BORDER AS THEY HUNG OVER THE OLD HOUSE DOOR MAMMA IS NOT WELL SHE'S GONE TO LIE DOWN HOW ARE YOU HOW IS MISTER BUXTON WE'RE BOTH PRETTY WELL QUITE WELL IN FACT AS FAR AS REGARDS HEALTH MAY I COME IN I WANT TO TALK TO YOU MAGGIE SHE OPENED THE LITTLE PARLOR DOOR AND THEY WENT IN BUT FOR A TIME THEY WERE BOTH SILENT THEY COULD NOT SPEAK OF HER WHO WAS WITH THEM PRESENT IN THEIR THOUGHTS MAGGIE SHUT THE CASEMENT AND PUT A LOG OF WOOD ON THE FIRE SHE SAT DOWN ON HER BACK TO THE WINDOW BUT AS THE FLAMES SPRANG UP AND BLAZED AT THE TOUCH OF THE DRY WOOD FRANK SAW THAT HER FACE WAS WET WITH QUIET TEARS
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