His Other Wife: A Novel — page 383: what you’re looking at

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“TEARS, IDLE TEARS!” 375 lashes. He felt she was in pain, yet hesitated about what to say more, He came and stood near her, resting his fingers on the table at her side; the softly-toned golden rays of the lamp fell over her beautiful bowed face, and the drops on her lashes glistened like jewels. His man’s heart was moved by her aspect of sorrow. He said: ‘‘My friend, if you think best to leave us, I will not urge you to stay, though I could wish you to be less in haste to depart. You are the wisest judge of what is most expedient for you, but remember always that, no matter where you are, I am still your friend, and, when you need me, your brother. And this shall be home to you when you care to come to us.” She leaned her forehead on his arm for a minute, and her tears rained down on his hand; then, with an im- pulsive movement, she rose and quitted the room. He took forth his delicate cambric handkerchief and wiped the rain of her tears from his hand—reverently enough, it is true, but as he would have dried away the drops from any other sad woman's eyes. He then left the cottage. GEomichoo “Sir (E(0)