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 neither was crushed nor elated by her lands and gold; I thought not of them, cared not for them: they were nothing: dross that could not dismay me. I saw only herself; her young, beautiful form; the grace, the majesty, the modesty of her girlhood.

My pupil,' I said.

My master,' was the low answer.

I have a thing to tell you.'

"She waited with declined brow, and ringlets drooped.

I have to tell you, that for four years you have been growing into your tutor's heart, and that you are rooted there now. I have to declare that you have bewitched me, in spite of sense and experience, and difference of station and estate: you have so looked, and spoken, and moved; so shown me your faults and your virtues—beauties rather; they are hardly so stern as virtues,—that I love you—love you with my life and strength. It is out now.'

"She sought what to say, but could not find a word: she tried to rally; but vainly. I passionately repeated that I loved her.

Well, Mr. Moore, what then?' was the answer I got; uttered in a tone that would have been petulant, if it had not faltered.

Have you nothing to say to me? Have you no love for me?'

A little bit.'

I am not to be tortured: I will not even play at present.'

I don't want to play: I want to go.'

I wonder you dare speak of going at this