Somewhere she
had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with
their tobacco. “Your teeth are chattering! I’ll make you some hot
chocolate!” Cathy cried. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her
complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably,
by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes
which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely
more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. But if God is kind to me, someday I may
climb up to where you are. "
"My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. “You’re great, Lucy! I had no idea you were so great!”
John exclaimed. If she had once known him, if he
were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible.
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