José — page 240: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. 233 “Tam stronger, Hattie, but I am still not well,” she said, pressing her hands against her eyes. The housekeeper looked up with a good-natured smile. “Not deathly ill, I hope?” she said; “at least you look the embodiment of good health. Eat some- thing and then let me notify the young gentleman ; certainly that will restore you.” Mary realized that all she might say would avail nothing. Therefore, as soon as the old woman had quited the room, feeling as she did that despite the load on her heart, after her sufferings of the day before, her body peremptorily craved its dues, she sat down to her breakfast. She had, however, scarcely satisfied her appetite with a few morsels, when she heard McGregor’s steps in the corridor. The young man entered, with a happy smile upon his face, and approached the girl, rising from her chair at his appearance, in a confident manner. “You are quite recovered, Mary?” he said, extend- ing his hand in which half mechanically she placed her own, but without being able to return the bright look with which he regarded her. “T feel sick and depressed,” she replied, slowly resuming her chair, “please sit down, sir.” McGregor cast a scrutinizing look into her face before he obeyed her invitation, and his eyes darkened. “I came so early, Mary, because Iam doubly de- lighted to learn of your rapid recovery,” he said; “you need not be told the impatience with which my heart urges the consummation of our marriage, but a more imperious cause exerts me to haste. I do not know if you remember from our former conversations the chief of the Apaches Se Oe ee Eomichboo Ss (E(o)