In Sight of St. Paul's — page 97: what you’re looking at

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92 HEART TO HEART. ‘Then I will. Not the merry, happy-go-lucky Tom Chichester I used to know, but—’’ and her voice trembled and grew very tender, ‘‘but a man whose hair is whitening at the temples, whose face is eray, and all this I fear through what he has suffered.’ ‘* Aileen !”? He turned toward her with a doubtful expression, as if he scarcely dared to cherish the new hope which was budding in his breast. He did not quite under- stand yet, or rather did not dare to understand. Her beautiful violet eyes met his with truth and constancy shining in their depths. When she spoke again, her voice was scarcely above a whisper. “Vou see the face of a brave, true man, who, for his father’s sake, took upon himself the burden of his brother’s sin!—don’t speak, Tom!’ as with quiv- ering lips, he attempted to interrupt. ‘‘Put down that glass, and look me in the eyes.’’ Tom slowly obeyed, and for a moment they stated, at each other, as if trying to read one another’s very soul. Then, with a burst of joy, her whole fair face flooded with happiness, Aileen cried, rapturously: ‘Ves, I knew it! Shae I never doubted it from the first!’ ‘You thought me innocent!”’ Gomicbooks (E(0) mn