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At
length
,
one
morning
,
when
Rose
was
alone
in
the
breakfast-parlour
,
Harry
Maylie
entered
;
and
,
with
some
hesitation
,
begged
permission
to
speak
with
her
for
a
few
moments
.
'
A
few
--
a
very
few
--
will
suffice
,
Rose
,
'
said
the
young
man
,
drawing
his
chair
towards
her
.
'
What
I
shall
have
to
say
,
has
already
presented
itself
to
your
mind
;
the
most
cherished
hopes
of
my
heart
are
not
unknown
to
you
,
though
from
my
lips
you
have
not
heard
them
stated
.
'
Rose
had
been
very
pale
from
the
moment
of
his
entrance
;
but
that
might
have
been
the
effect
of
her
recent
illness
.
She
merely
bowed
;
and
bending
over
some
plants
that
stood
near
,
waited
in
silence
for
him
to
proceed
.
'
I
--
I
--
ought
to
have
left
here
,
before
,
'
said
Harry
.
'
You
should
,
indeed
,
'
replied
Rose
.
'
Forgive
me
for
saying
so
,
but
I
wish
you
had
.
'
'
I
was
brought
here
,
by
the
most
dreadful
and
agonising
of
all
apprehensions
,
'
said
the
young
man
;
'
the
fear
of
losing
the
one
dear
being
on
whom
my
every
wish
and
hope
are
fixed
.
You
had
been
dying
;
trembling
between
earth
and
heaven
.
We
know
that
when
the
young
,
the
beautiful
,
and
good
,
are
visited
with
sickness
,
their
pure
spirits
insensibly
turn
towards
their
bright
home
of
lasting
rest
;
we
know
,
Heaven
help
us
!
that
the
best
and
fairest
of
our
kind
,
too
often
fade
in
blooming
.
'
There
were
tears
in
the
eyes
of
the
gentle
girl
,
as
these
words
were
spoken
;
and
when
one
fell
upon
the
flower
over
which
she
bent
,
and
glistened
brightly
in
its
cup
,
making
it
more
beautiful
,
it
seemed
as
though
the
outpouring
of
her
fresh
young
heart
,
claimed
kindred
naturally
,
with
the
loveliest
things
in
nature
.
'
A
creature
,
'
continued
the
young
man
,
passionately
,
'
a
creature
as
fair
and
innocent
of
guile
as
one
of
God
's
own
angels
,
fluttered
between
life
and
death
.
Oh
!
who
could
hope
,
when
the
distant
world
to
which
she
was
akin
,
half
opened
to
her
view
,
that
she
would
return
to
the
sorrow
and
calamity
of
this
!
Rose
,
Rose
,
to
know
that
you
were
passing
away
like
some
soft
shadow
,
which
a
light
from
above
,
casts
upon
the
earth
;
to
have
no
hope
that
you
would
be
spared
to
those
who
linger
here
;
hardly
to
know
a
reason
why
you
should
be
;
to
feel
that
you
belonged
to
that
bright
sphere
whither
so
many
of
the
fairest
and
the
best
have
winged
their
early
flight
;
and
yet
to
pray
,
amid
all
these
consolations
,
that
you
might
be
restored
to
those
who
loved
you
--
these
were
distractions
almost
too
great
to
bear
.
They
were
mine
,
by
day
and
night
;
and
with
them
,
came
such
a
rushing
torrent
of
fears
,
and
apprehensions
,
and
selfish
regrets
,
lest
you
should
die
,
and
never
know
how
devotedly
I
loved
you
,
as
almost
bore
down
sense
and
reason
in
its
course
.
You
recovered
.
Day
by
day
,
and
almost
hour
by
hour
,
some
drop
of
health
came
back
,
and
mingling
with
the
spent
and
feeble
stream
of
life
which
circulated
languidly
within
you
,
swelled
it
again
to
a
high
and
rushing
tide
.
I
have
watched
you
change
almost
from
death
,
to
life
,
with
eyes
that
turned
blind
with
their
eagerness
and
deep
affection
.
Do
not
tell
me
that
you
wish
I
had
lost
this
;
for
it
has
softened
my
heart
to
all
mankind
.
'
'
I
did
not
mean
that
,
'
said
Rose
,
weeping
;
'
I
only
wish
you
had
left
here
,
that
you
might
have
turned
to
high
and
noble
pursuits
again
;
to
pursuits
well
worthy
of
you
.
'
