Once more you are my good, obedient daughter, and I love you.

Wear your sable cloak, Doll; the weather is very cold out of doors." Her father's solicitude touched her nearly, and she gently led him to a secluded alcove near by, threw her arms about his neck, and kissed him passionately.

The girl's affection was sweet to the old man who had been without it so long, and his eyes grew moist as he returned her caresses.
Dorothy's eyes also were filled with tears.

Her throat was choked with sobs, and her heart was sore with pain.

Poor young heart! Poor old man! Soon after Dorothy had spoken with her father she left the Hall by Dorothy's Postern.