"All that you wished yesterday," he answered. "And all that you ever
could have wished, henceforth I will do."
"O father!" She stopped. The bright scarlet shot again into her face,
but with an April shower of tears, and the rainbow of a smile.
"Listen to me, Netty, and I will tell you, and only you, what I have
done." Then while she mutely listened, sitting by his side, and the
dawn of Christmas broadened into Christmas day, he told her all.
And when he had told all, and emotion was stilled, they sat together
in silence for a time, she with her innocent head drooped upon his
shoulder, and her eyes closed, lost in tender and mystic reveries; and
he musing with a contrite heart. Till at last, the stir of daily life
began to waken in the quiet dwelling, and without, from steeples in
the frosty air, there was a sound of bells.
They rose silently, and stood, clinging to each other, side by side.
"Love, we must part," he said, gravely and tenderly. "Read me, before
we go, the closing lines of George Feval's letter.
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