"The sad story of the past is now as well known to you as to me. I have
had hard words to speak. God knows I have spoken them with true sympathy
for the living, with true tenderness for the memory of the dead."
He paused, turned his face a little away, and rested his head on his
hand, in the quiet, undemonstrative manner which was natural to him.
Thus far, Miss Garth had only interrupted his narrative by an occasional
word or by a mute token of her attention. She made no effort to conceal
her tears; they fell fast and silently over her wasted cheeks, as she
looked up and spoke to him. "I have done you some injury, sir, in my
thoughts," she said, with a noble simplicity. "I know you better now.
Let me ask your forgiveness; let me take your hand."
Those words, and the action which accompanied them, touched him deeply.
He took her hand in silence. She was the first to speak, the first to
set the example of self-control. It is one of the noble instincts of
women that nothing more powerfully rouses them to struggle with their
own sorrow than the sight of a man's distress. She quietly dried her
tears; she quietly drew her chair round the table, so as to sit nearer
to him when she spoke again.
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