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"
Do
let
me
speak
,
"
I
said
;
"
let
me
have
one
moment
to
draw
breath
and
reflect
.
"
I
paused
--
he
stood
before
me
,
hat
in
hand
,
looking
composed
enough
.
I
resumed
--
"
Your
mother
was
my
father
's
sister
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
My
aunt
,
consequently
?
"
He
bowed
.
"
My
uncle
John
was
your
uncle
John
?
You
,
Diana
,
and
Mary
are
his
sister
's
children
,
as
I
am
his
brother
'
s
child
?
"
"
Undeniably
.
"
"
You
three
,
then
,
are
my
cousins
;
half
our
blood
on
each
side
flows
from
the
same
source
?
"
"
We
are
cousins
;
yes
.
"
I
surveyed
him
.
It
seemed
I
had
found
a
brother
:
one
I
could
be
proud
of
,
--
one
I
could
love
;
and
two
sisters
,
whose
qualities
were
such
,
that
,
when
I
knew
them
but
as
mere
strangers
,
they
had
inspired
me
with
genuine
affection
and
admiration
.
The
two
girls
,
on
whom
,
kneeling
down
on
the
wet
ground
,
and
looking
through
the
low
,
latticed
window
of
Moor
House
kitchen
,
I
had
gazed
with
so
bitter
a
mixture
of
interest
and
despair
,
were
my
near
kinswomen
;
and
the
young
and
stately
gentleman
who
had
found
me
almost
dying
at
his
threshold
was
my
blood
relation
.
Glorious
discovery
to
a
lonely
wretch
!
This
was
wealth
indeed
!
--
wealth
to
the
heart
!
--
a
mine
of
pure
,
genial
affections
.
This
was
a
blessing
,
bright
,
vivid
,
and
exhilarating
;
--
not
like
the
ponderous
gift
of
gold
:
rich
and
welcome
enough
in
its
way
,
but
sobering
from
its
weight
.
I
now
clapped
my
hands
in
sudden
joy
--
my
pulse
bounded
,
my
veins
thrilled
.
