Bessie thought of her, too, and
asked why I did not marry her. But that will never be, though, she is as
bright and beautiful an Irish lassie as ever gladdened the eyes of man
and the castle is so lonesome without her buzzing about and stirring up
things generally, that I have serious thoughts of inviting her
grandmother, to take up her abode there, so I can have Flossie back. The
servants adore her. But she will never be my wife. She would tire and
worry me to death with her restlessness and activity. When I lost Bessie
I lost everything, and have nothing left but her memory--not even a
flower which she has worn."
Grey hesitated a moment, then taking from his pocket the package which
Flossie had given him, he opened it, and holding to view the long silken
curl, said to Jack:
"Flossie cut this from Bessie's head when the fever was at its height,
and though there is not in the world gold enough to buy it from me, I
will divide with you," and parting it carefully he laid one-half of it
upon Jack's hand, around which it seemed to cling with a loving
tenacity.
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