If your father was only here! I
feel so alone and helpless."
Her tone cut me to the Heart. After all she was my own
mother, or at least maintained so, in spite of numerous
questions enjendered by our lack of resemblence, moral as well
as physicle. But I did not offer to embrase her, as she was at
that moment poring out her tea. I hid my misery behind the
morning paper, and there I beheld the fated vision. Had I felt
any doubt as to the state of my afections it was settled then.
My Heart leaped in my bosom. My face sufused. My hands trembled
so that a piece of sausage slipped from my fork. _His picture
looked out at me with that well remembered gaze from the depths
of the morning paper_.
Oh, Adrian, Adrian!
Here in the same city as I, looking out over perchance the
same newspaper to perchance the same sun, wondering--ah, what
was he wondering?
I was not even then, in that first Rapture, foolish about
him. I knew that to him I was probably but a tender memory. I
knew, to, that he was but human and probably very concieted. On
the other hand, I pride myself on being a good judge of
character, and he carried Nobility in every linament.
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