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Varley hesitated;more, it was evident, to consider what could be the possible drift of the question, than to search his memory for a correct answer. He finally ventured to say that to the best of his recollection he had been favored with no such description.

Bruno smiled. "Yes, massa, I 'spec so, tho' she do look mighty pale and peaked, dese yere last weeks. But dey mostly look so, at sich times, I s'pose. She'll be better when de weddin's ober, an' all de fuss and flurry.""And hehe dared to ask for my daughter?"

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"Say three o'clock, then. I will answer for Mr. Bergan's appearance. Of course, Mr. Arling will be backif everlong before that time."Chapter 6 HELP AT HAND.Mrs. Bergan went on. "She said she had a story to tell you. And when I hesitatedfearing that it might be some new trouble or excitementyou have had enough such, of late, dearshe smiled, as if she knew what I was thinking, and said,'Have no fear, madam; my story will do her good, not harm!' Shall I let her come up?"

"A powder. He insisted upon having it."

But it was by no means the Astra of Bergan's remembrance. The features were the same, to be sure, but the light, the hope, the energy, that had animated them, and informed them with such rich and varied expression, was utterly lacking. There was a perceptible line between the eyebrows, as if the brow were wont to be knit over difficult problems; and the mouth expressed a settled melancholy, which a smile seemed only to vary slightly, not to displace. Nor could Bergan help detecting a little hardness in it,the look of a defeated general, forced to lay down his weapons, but still unsubdued in will.She turned back to Bergan, and her face, though it was still weary, was no longer proud.

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Bruno looked surprised, as well he might, at the question; but there was something in Bergan's tone that made him answer at once, and frankly; "I don' know,de servants do say she done it to please her father.""You hit pretty hard, I suppose," said the doctor.

The twelvemonth gone by had not passed lightly over Godfrey Bergan. He was not the same man who had refused so peremptorily to listen to Bergan, on that memorable eve of Carice's wedding. Not only had he grown grayer and thinner, slower of gait and heavier of step; not only were his shoulders bent and his head drooping; but his face wore an expression of settled gravity, bordering on melancholy, and his manner was gentle, almost to submissiveness. Since the night when he had staggered into the cabin of the trusty Bruno, bending under the weight of his dripping burden, he had never, in one sense, laid it down. The thought that he had forced his daughter into a marriage so abhorrent to her that she had been fain to escape from it through the awful door of suicide, had never ceased to haunt his mind, and burden his heart and his conscience."And I gave you to understand that if I had, it must have been when I was too drunk to remember anything about it," responded Dick.

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