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"I wish, madam," he said, "I could see you seated more comfortably. But I wish more that you could see into my heart, what I feel there, and how my pain is infinitely keener than yours, because my love for you, my inexorable passion for you, my determination to win you and make you my own for life, paralysing the efforts of those who would keep us asunder, make the very soul within me shrink to behold you so uneasy, so unhappy, so reluctant to cast upon me one look—even one look—to persuade me that my stratagem was based upon my conviction that I am not[Pg 319] indifferent to you, nay, that deep in your spirit your love for me dwells as a jewel in a casket that yourself dare not open, though willing that I should." The boys glanced at each other. "You tell him," whispered Billy, but Maurice shook his head. "No, you," he whispered back. "Well, what of it? Maurice found him a soft hidin' place and good pasture on his Dad's farm, didn't he?" CHAPTER XII OLD HARRY MAKES A FIND.