"What do you mean? What
have you to expiate?--you, the noblest, most unselfish sister in the
world!"
"Much, much. Oh, Robbie, I cannot let you die with this upon my mind,
even if the confession turn your love for me into hate--and you do love
me, I have made your life a little less sad than it might have been but
for me."
"Yes, sister, you have made my life so full of happiness that, darkened
as it is, I would like to cling to it longer, though I know heaven is so
much better."
"Thank you, Robbie--thank you for that" Lucy said; then, lifting up her
head, and looking straight into her brother's face, she continued: "You
say you have a faint recollection of the grass, and the flowers, and
the trees in the park. Have you also any remembrance, however slight,
how I looked when we were little children playing together at home?"
"I don't know for sure," Robin replied, while for an instant a deep
flush stained his pale cheeks: "I don't know for sure. Sometimes out of
those dim shadows of the past which I have struggled so hard to retain,
there comes a vision of a little girl--or, rather, there is a picture
which comes before my mind more distinct than the grass, and the trees,
and the flowers, though I always try to put it away; but it repeats
itself over and over again, and I see it in my dreams so vividly, and
especially of late, when life is slipping from me.
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