He pauses. In the darkness a loving, clinging hand has again crept into his, full of sweet entreaty, and by a gentle pressure has reduced him to calmness.,
Old Brian Scully is in his parlor, and comes to meet them as they enter the hall,—his pipe behind his back.,
She flushes, opens her lips as if to speak, and yet is dumb,—perhaps through excess of emotion..
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