The boy had looked like a gawky, and blushed at a compliment; I could see besides that he regarded me with considerable suspicion; yet he made so manly a figure of a lad, that I could not withhold from him my sympathy.

And as for the impulse that had made her bring and introduce him, I could not sufficiently admire it.

It seemed to me finer than wit, and more tender than a caress.

It said (plain as language), 'I do not and I cannot know you.

Here is my brother--you can know him; this is the way to me--follow it.'.