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agesago.Whatisyourname,mygentleangel?”
Hailinghissoftenedtoneandmanner,hisdaughterfellupon
herkneesbeforehim,withherappealinghandsuponhisbreast.
“O,sir,atanothertimeyoushallknowmyname,andwhomy
motherwas,andwhomyfather,andhowIneverknewtheirhard,
hardhistory.ButIcannottellyouatthistime,andIcannottell
youhere.AllthatImaytellyou,hereandnow,is,thatIprayto
youtotouchmeandtoblessme.Kissme,kissme!Omydear,my
dear!”
Hiscoldwhiteheadmingledwithherradianthair,which
warmedandlighteditasthoughitwerethelightofFreedom
shiningonhim.
“IfyouhearinmyvoiceIdon’tknowthatitisso,butIhopeit
isifyouhearinmyvoiceanyresemblancetoavoicethatonce
wassweetmusicinyourears,weepforit,weepforit!Ifyoutouch,
intouchingmyhair,anythingthatrecallsabelovedheadthatlay
onyourbreastwhenyouw