Joseph Wilmot, or, The Memoirs of a Man-Servant — page 366: what you’re looking at

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JOSEPH WILMOT; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A MAN-SERVANT. mii Hil! | as i} Amo res } | ler ———_ Hie HH ——s ————— “ This excellent young man,” said the lawyer, placing his hand with kindness on my shoulder, is the author of that reconciliation which he was sent expressly up to London to announce. To him belongs all the credit: he it was who by his own admirable example, and by certain other incidents which he magnanimously brought about, succeeded in softening your father’s heart, Mrs. Lanover, and in warming it once again towards yourself.” “Dear Joseph!” said Mrs. Lanover, taking my hand and pressing it with effusion: “ never, never can I forget your goodness !—never, never can I repay it! Henceforth I shall love you as if you were my own son :”—and she kissed me upon the forehead. Tears of joy trickled down my cheeks. Annabel also took my hand; and through the tears which likewise filled her own eyes, she bent upon me a look full of the sweetest gratitude—a look replete with the modest assurance that her virgin heart 45. —— -—-——_—— itm 393 avn’ '// TUNA ‘-—-_——— cherished the love of which she had to a certair extent made an avowal at Dr. Pomfret’s. But she could not speak a word: her heart was evidently too full to allow the utterance of all she felt. And my heart, was it not full also? Oh, if was a moment of ineffable joy and rapture for me Calanthe was utterly forgotten and truth com- pels me to confess that my own child dwelt not at the instant in my memory! “ During the half-hour that you, Mr. Tennant, and Joseph left us alone together,” said Mrs. Lanover, after a long interval of silence, “ I have explained many things to my daughter. Annabel now knows who her grandfather is: she knows to what family I belong: she knows likewise that Mr. Lanover is not the author of her being. Oh, if I have for so many years kept these things secret from this affectionate and excellent girl, I had many reasons for that silence. Alas ! she has not enjoyed so much happiness that I could afford —~——— EGOMIIGIOO SS co im