I now begin to understand Jennie Burton--her constant effort in
behalf of others. But HE will comfort her before long. Her dark
days are nearly over. No matter how deep or great her troubles may
have been, they must vanish in the sunshine of such a man's love.
I wonder if he has spoken plainly yet--but what need of words?
His eyes and manner have told her all a hundred times. I wish she
could be my friend, I wish I could speak to her plainly, for she
is so kind and wise; but I must shun her, or else she'll discover
the secret that I'd hide from her even more carefully than from him,
if such a thing were possible. I wonder if they ever met before
they came here. I never saw one human being look at another as
she sometimes looks at him. I believe that deep in her heart she
fairly idolizes him, although her singular self-control enables
her, as a general thing, to treat him with the ease and frankness
of a friend. Well, she may love him more deeply than I do because
possessing a deeper nature. I can but give all I have. But I think
my love would be like the little brook over there. It's not very
deep or obtrusive, but Mr. Eltinge says it has never failed.
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