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"Do you; I am glad you do not forget what I never shall," and he
leaned forward, looking at her almost gravely.
Vaura too, in her long look backward, had a tremulous softness in her
expression, with a far-away look in the eyes, vividly recalling the
lovely child-woman to his memory. Rousing herself, she says: "Lady
Esmondet, _ma chere_, you should bury yourself in your couch instead
of _Truth_, it grows late; and I am to take care of you."
"In a few moments, dear, I am on something that interests me," she
said, without raising her eyes from the paper.
"And I," said Trevalyon, "am forgetting a friend in my apartments;
lonely and alone in a strange place."
"Your friend," said Vaura, with a swift thought to the hidden wife,
"must think you the extreme of fashionable to receive at the witching
hour of midnight."
"My friend does not care whether I be fashionable, but worships me,
and would be with me morning, noon and night."
"You speak as if you believe," she said, veiling her eyes, and idly
picking off the leaves of the roses.


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