So now he only wound his
arms around her and kissed her many times, and when she sat down in a
chair, he stood over her and smoothed her hair and thought how gray it
had grown within the year. He had no suspicion that there was any secret
sorrow weighing upon her, but he knew that her life was a hard one,
owing to the peculiarities of his grandfather, and now as he looked at
her, he felt a great pity for her, and there was a lump in his throat,
as he stooped to kiss her again and said:
"Poor auntie, you look so tired and pale. Is grandpa so very sick, and
more troublesome than usual?"
Hannah had not cried in years. Indeed it was the effort of her life to
keep her tears back, but now, at the sound of Grey's sympathetic voice
and the touch of his fresh, warm lips upon her own, she broke down
entirely, and for a few moments sobbed as if her heart would break,
while Grey in great concern, knelt down before her, and tried to comfort
her.
"What is it, auntie?" he said. "Is it because you are so lonely, and are
afraid grandpa will die? I'll take care of you then, and we will go to
Europe together, and you shall ride on a mule and cross the
Mer-de-Glace.
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