She did not repel him, nor turn from him; but received his caresses with the manner of one in whom all quick emotion had died.

And so it continued between them--he thoughtful and assiduous, and she cold, and for the most part silent.

But, to her babe, the young mother was passionate at times in her loving demonstrations.
The pent up waters of feeling gave way in this direction, and poured themselves out, often, in a rushing flood.

Towards all others she bore herself with a calm, sweet dignity of manner, that captivated the heart, and made it sigh for a better acquaintance with one around whom mystery had hung a veil that no hand but her own could push aside--and that hand was never lifted.
The next event in the Allen House, noted by the people, was the birth of a daughter.

The same nurse was called in, who remained the usual time, and then retired; bearing with her a history of the period, which she related, very confidentially, at tea-tables, and in familiar gossip with choice spirits of her own.
Those who knew her best, were always something in doubt as to which of her stories contained truth and which romance.