niece’s
buried
head,
because
she more
than half
understood.
And
understanding
thus much,
she asked
no prying
questions,
but
thought of
the days
of her own
youth, and
only spoke
a little
quiet love
and
confidence
to Molly.
“I am an
old, old
woman,”
she said.
“But I
haven’t
forgotten
about it.
They
objected
to him
because he
had no
fortune.
But he was
brave and
handsome,
and I
loved him,
my dear.
Only I
ought to
have loved
him more.
I gave him
my promise
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