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"And you will grow young again," he said. "You have never had any
youth, I guess. How old are you, auntie?"
She told him she was forty-six, and making a little mental subtraction
he thought:
"Fifteen when it happened. No, she has had no youth, no girlhood;" but
to her he said: "You do not look so old, and you are very pretty still;
not exactly like Aunt Lucy or mother. You are different from them both,
though more like Aunt Lucy, whose face is the sweetest I ever saw except
yours, which looks as if Christ had put His hand hard upon it and left
His impress there."
There were great tears upon the face where Christ had laid His hands so
hard, and Grey kissed them away, and then asked about the old house, and
said he was coming to spend the day with her just as soon as possible,
and the night, too, adding, in a sudden burst of bravery and enthusiasm:
"And I'll sleep in grandpa's room, if you wish it, I am not afraid
because he died in there."
"No, no," Hannah said, and her cheek paled a little.


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