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but, for all that I don't think he is as handsome as you are,
Betty says, you are not to be compared to him.-But I tell Betty, he
has not such a handsome soul as you have."
"And can you see his soul too?", asked d'Aubigne, drawn in spite
of himself to listen to her artless prattle.
"Not often", replied the child, & it is because his eyes are always
almost shut, & he peeps through them just this way," continued she
imitating his down cast look, "What makes
me think he is naughty & afraid to let any one look in them.
But I would not care how he looked, if he would let me walk with
Mama & sit by her as I always used to do- But now when ma-
ma rides or walks, sometimes all day long, he asks her
leave me at home- & so I don't like him, But I like you,
for you always take me with you, when you ride or walk with ma-
ma & you let me sit on your knee, while you read to her- & you draw
me pictures & tell me stories- And Henry loves you too, & we both want
you to stay & live all your life with us & then Mama, won't sit by
herself & cry so much- No, indeed, she don't cry half so much
since you have been home; & then I will never be naughty, so won't
you stay & live with us ?" And again her little arms were clasped round
his neck.-D'Aubigne could not reply- he hid his face against
her bosom, as he held her clasped to his own, in order to conceal the
strong emotion, her narration had excited.
At last he gently disengaged himself from her light embrace,
& putting her down, promised soon to return & abruptly left her.-

He perused a path which led along the banks of Rock-Creek.
He passed the mill & wandered on beneath the high &
ever hanging banks, till the pathway growing narrower & narrower, scarcely
allowing him a footing on the shelving rocks, he looked around for
some sheltered spot, on which he might sit unseen by any passengers
some solitude where he might give vent to feelings which almost burst
his heart.-He scrambled through the nearly impervious underwood,
& at last reached a high rock among the woods, which over hung the
stream, that rushed below over its narrow & rocky bed-

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but, for all that I don't think he is as handsome as you are,
Betty says, you are not to be compared to him.-But I tell Betty, he
has not such a handsome soul as you have."
"And can you see his soul too?", asked d'Aubgne, drawn in spite
of himself to listen to her { ?} prattle.
"Not often", replied the child, & it is because his eyes are always
almost shut, & he peeps through them just this way," continued she
imitating his down cast look, "What makes
me think he is naughty & afraid to let any one look in them.
But I would not care how he looked, if he would let me walk with
Mama & sit by her as I always used to do- But now when ma-
ma { rides?} or walks, sometimes all day long, he asks her
leave me at home- & so I don't like him, But I like you,
for you always take me with you, when you ride or walk with ma-
ma & you let me sit on your knee, while you read to her- & you draw
me pictures & tell me stories- And Henry loves you too, & we both want
you to stay & live all your life with us & then Mama, won't sit by
herself & cry so much- No, indeed, she don't cry half so much
since you have been home; & then I will never be naughty, so won't
you stay & live with us ?" And again her little arms were clasped round
his neck.-D'Aubgne could not reply- he hid his face against
her bosom, as he held her clasped to his own, in order to conceal the
strong emotion, her narration had excited.
At last he gently disengaged himself from her {light} embrace,
& putting her down, promised soon to return & abruptly left her.-

He pruned a path which led along the banks of Rock-Creek.
He passed the mill & wandered on beneath the high &
ever hanging banks, till the pathway growing narrower & narrower, scarcely
allowing him a footing on the shelving rocks, he looked around for
some sheltered spot, on which he might sit unseen by any {passers?},
some solitude where he might give vent to feelings which almost burst
his heart.-He scrambled through the nearly impervious underwood,
& at last reached a high rock among the woods, which over hung the
stream, that rushed below over its narrow & rocky bed-