The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 65: what you’re looking at

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. g-_—_— =z -—-— 56 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. CHAPTER IV. Her breath like balm at evening’s close, Playfully fond, it seemed to fear thee, As though some zephyr kissed the rose, And gently blew its fragrance near thee. Rosin GOODFELLOW. No doubt but our female readers are anxious to learn what passed between Beacham and Amy after Richard had retired to his room, accompanied by Gridley and his mother, and they were left alone. Tull that evening Henry had never analysed the nature of his feelings towards the lovely being whom he had seen gradually advance from girl towards womanhood, without being aware of the change. Since the hour he first knew her he had loved her as a fairy, graceful thing, whom it was delightful to feel hovering about one. Her voice at first breathed music to his ear. As time rolled on, it imperceptibly made melody to his heart; still, but for the sneer of Mr. Small, and the observations of his uncle, he might for a long time have remained ignorant of the true nature of his feelings towards her. At his age it 1s astonishing how soon the heart becomes enlightened : a word—a look—and its inmost recesses are suddenly SS (SO COniclooecl