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Identifier: stnicholasserial371dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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and shetrembled at the thought of it. For, though she lgio.) THE REFUGEE 225 knew little or nothing of the world, her womansinstinct warned her of the Frenchmans love forherself. She knew, too, that the Vicomtehad not been blind to the tender glances that shecould not keep from Roland Hood; and she hadseen his face change swiftly as he thought of it.And then she shivered and drew closer to the fire.In the breast of a weaker and a better manthe mortification and bitterness of it all hadswelled and throbbed, and his sorrow would have Michael hoped that he would stay on at NetherHall until he was able to join his ship. Then fol-lowed what were the happiest days of all, dur-ing which those little secret springs, which hadbeen working underground, so silently and yet sosurely, burst into the open light of day. How Sir Michael proposed was a great mys-tery to all the gossips of Dedham. But thosewho best knew the Squire recognized that, under avery boisterous and violent manner, there beat a
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THE VICOMTE WOULD GO DOWN BY HIMSELF TO THE MILL-POND, AND BROOD F> HOURS ON THE BRIDGE. melted in his eyes. But not so with Louis desOrmeaux. He knew nothing of the power of sym-pathy; he was not even able to be sorry for him-self. If it had been within him to be so for anyman, he might have pitied Roland Hood, lyingback in his pillows, with his white face and thebandages stitched about his head. But he wasrocked by a passion of bitter jealousy that neverleft him. Through sleepy Dedham Street therestepped a man, with the grandest air in the worldand finest clothes upon his back, who was eatingout his heart. He would go down by himself tothe mill-pond, and brood for hours on the bridge.At last, before the New Year was far advanced,Roland Hood was able again to get about. Sir heart of gold; and they guessed that the lady hadnot been blind to his greater worth. For, thoughshe still retained much of the charm of heryouth, she had gained all that gentle power ofunderstanding which can

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