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Caine, Hall, Sir, 1853-1931

"The Shadow of a Crime A Cumbrian Romance"

"Have you been in there to-night?"
with a motion of the head towards the room wherein lay all that
remained of their father.
"No; have you?"
"No; I dare not go. I would not if I could. I wish to remember him as
he lived, and one, glance at his dead face would blot out the memory
forever."
Ralph could not understand this. There was no chord in his nature that
responded to such feelings; but he said nothing in reply.
"Ralph," continued Willy, "do you know I think Rotha--I almost
thin--do you not think that Rotha rather cares for me?"
A perceptible tremor passed over Ralph's face. Then he said, with
something like a smile, "Do you think she does, my lad?"
"I do--I almost do think so."
Ralph had resumed his seat on the oak chest. The simple, faltering
words just spoken had shaken him to the core. Hidden there--hidden
even from himself--had lain inert for months a mighty passion such as
only a great heart can know. In one moment he had seen it and known it
for what it was. Yes, he had indeed loved this girl; he loved her
still.


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