“Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. Her head ached with a hollow pain. But the objects in his range of vision remained unchanged. His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. B.
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