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"
To
be
sure
.
"
I
gave
her
a
shilling
:
she
put
it
into
an
old
stocking-foot
which
she
took
out
of
her
pocket
,
and
having
tied
it
round
and
returned
it
,
she
told
me
to
hold
out
my
hand
.
I
did
.
She
arched
her
face
to
the
palm
,
and
pored
over
it
without
touching
it
.
"
It
is
too
fine
,
"
said
she
.
"
I
can
make
nothing
of
such
a
hand
as
that
;
almost
without
lines
:
besides
,
what
is
in
a
palm
?
Destiny
is
not
written
there
.
"
"
I
believe
you
,
"
said
I.
"
No
,
"
she
continued
,
"
it
is
in
the
face
:
on
the
forehead
,
about
the
eyes
,
in
the
lines
of
the
mouth
.
Kneel
,
and
lift
up
your
head
.
"
"
Ah
!
now
you
are
coming
to
reality
,
"
I
said
,
as
I
obeyed
her
.
"
I
shall
begin
to
put
some
faith
in
you
presently
.
"
I
knelt
within
half
a
yard
of
her
.
She
stirred
the
fire
,
so
that
a
ripple
of
light
broke
from
the
disturbed
coal
:
the
glare
,
however
,
as
she
sat
,
only
threw
her
face
into
deeper
shadow
:
mine
,
it
illumined
.
"
I
wonder
with
what
feelings
you
came
to
me
to-night
,
"
she
said
,
when
she
had
examined
me
a
while
.
"
I
wonder
what
thoughts
are
busy
in
your
heart
during
all
the
hours
you
sit
in
yonder
room
with
the
fine
people
flitting
before
you
like
shapes
in
a
magic-lantern
:
just
as
little
sympathetic
communion
passing
between
you
and
them
as
if
they
were
really
mere
shadows
of
human
forms
,
and
not
the
actual
substance
.
"
"
I
feel
tired
often
,
sleepy
sometimes
,
but
seldom
sad
.
"
