Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 167: what you’re looking at

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Roanoke of Roanoke Hall. 161 With a delicious murmur, half sob, half laugh, she sprang into my arms, and as her hands closed round my neck our lips met for a moment in a sweet kiss. -The next in- stant she drew back and freed herself from: my embrace, blushing and confused at the joyful impulse which had swept away the in- tervening years and caused her to forget the alteration in our relative positions. For one delightful moment we had been children again, and then the barrier of man and maiden had rose ruthlessly bétween us. «*J—I beg your pardon,” she said ; “‘I—I forgot.” **I wish you had never remembered,” I whispered, softly, as I followed her across the great hall: to my uncle’s apartment. He was aged by more than the years, and his face was furrowed by care and. worry, as he raised it from the papers over which he was poring when we entered, but an expres- sion of tender affection crossed it as his eyes tested on May. “What is it now?” he asked, with weary fierceness, as he saw she was not alone. comichbooks.com