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He
stood
,
holding
her
head
between
his
hands
.
Then
,
slipping
one
arm
swiftly
about
her
body
and
drawing
her
towards
him
,
he
said
softly
:
"
Gretta
,
dear
,
what
are
you
thinking
about
?
"
She
did
not
answer
nor
yield
wholly
to
his
arm
.
He
said
again
,
softly
:
"
Tell
me
what
it
is
,
Gretta
.
I
think
I
know
what
is
the
matter
.
Do
I
know
?
"
She
did
not
answer
at
once
.
Then
she
said
in
an
outburst
of
tears
:
"
O
,
I
am
thinking
about
that
song
,
The
Lass
of
Aughrim
.
"
She
broke
loose
from
him
and
ran
to
the
bed
and
,
throwing
her
arms
across
the
bed-rail
,
hid
her
face
.
Gabriel
stood
stockstill
for
a
moment
in
astonishment
and
then
followed
her
.
As
he
passed
in
the
way
of
the
cheval-glass
he
caught
sight
of
himself
in
full
length
,
his
broad
,
well-filled
shirt-front
,
the
face
whose
expression
always
puzzled
him
when
he
saw
it
in
a
mirror
,
and
his
glimmering
gilt-rimmed
eyeglasses
.
He
halted
a
few
paces
from
her
and
said
:
"
What
about
the
song
?
Why
does
that
make
you
cry
?
"
She
raised
her
head
from
her
arms
and
dried
her
eyes
with
the
back
of
her
hand
like
a
child
.
A
kinder
note
than
he
had
intended
went
into
his
voice
.
