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A Light Shines on My Way

           Donotshutmeoutofwhatconcernsyourhappinesssonearly!Ifyoucantrustme,asyousayyoucan,andasIknowyoumay,letmebeyourfriend,yourbrother,inthismatter,ofallothers!’

           Withanappealing,almostareproachful,glance,sherosefromthewindow;andhurryingacrosstheroomasifwithoutknowingwhere,putherhandsbeforeherface,andburstintosuchtearsassmotemetotheheart.

           Andyettheyawakenedsomethinginme,bringingpromisetomyheart.Withoutmyknowingwhy,thesetearsalliedthemselveswiththequietlysadsmilewhichwassofixedinmyremembrance,andshookmemorewithhopethanfearorsorrow.

           ‘Agnes!Sister!Dearest!WhathaveIdone?’

           ‘Letmegoaway,Trotwood.Iamnotwell.Iamnotmyself.Iwillspeaktoyoubyandbyanothertime.Iwillwritetoyou.Don’tspeaktomenow.Don’t!don’t!’

           Isoughttorecollectwhatshehadsaid,whenIhadspokentoheronthatformernight,ofheraffectionneedingnoreturn.ItseemedaveryworldthatImustsearchthroughinamoment.‘Agnes,Icannotbeartoseeyouso,andthinkthatIhavebeenthecause.Mydearestgirl,dearertomethananythinginlife,ifyouareunhappy,letmeshareyourunhappiness.Ifyouareinneedofhelporcounsel,letmetrytogiveittoyou.Ifyouhaveindeedaburdenonyourheart,letmetrytolightenit.

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