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; gazed at me: words almost visible trembled on his
lips,—but his voice was checked.
“Good-night again, sir. There is no debt, benefit, burden,
obligation, in the case.”
“I knew,” he continued, “you would do me good in some way, at
some time;—I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their
expression and smile did not”—(again he stopped)—“did not” (he
proceeded hastily) “strike delight to my very inmost heart so for
nothing. People talk of natural sympathies; I have heard of good
genii: there are grains of truth in the wildest fable. My cherished
preserver, goodnight!”
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I regained my couch, but never thought of sleep. Till morning
dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows
of trouble rolled under surges of joy. I thought sometimes I
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