Her hand was withdrawn, as was that of Mave also, who had suddenly become pale as death.
"God bless you, my darlin' girl!" exclaimed Mrs.Dalton, sighing, as if with some hidden sorrow; "God bless you and yours, prays my unhappy heart this day!" And with these words she was about to depart, when Mave, trembling and much agitated, laid her hand gently and timidly upon her,--adding, in a low, sweet, tremulous voice, "My heart is free from that suspicion--I can't tell why--but I don't believe it." And while she spoke, her small hand gradually caught that of Mrs.
Dalton, as a proof that she would not withhold the embrace on that account.

Mrs.Dalton returned her pressure, and at the same moment kissed the fair girl's lips, who sobbed a moment or two in her arms, where she threw herself.

The other again invoked a blessing upon her head, and walked out, having wiped a few tears from her pale cheeks.
The miser looked upon this exhibition of feeling with some surprise; but as his was not a heart susceptible of the impressions it was calculated to produce, he only said in a tone of indifference: "Well, to be sure now, Mave, I didn't expect to see you shakin' hands wid and kissin' Condy Dalton's wife, at any rate, considerin' all that has happened atween the families.

However, it's good to be forgivin'; I hope it is; indeed I know that; for it comes almost to a feelin' in myself.

Well, _achora_, what am I to do for you ?" "Will you let me speak to you inside a minute ?" she asked.
"Will I?
Why, then, to be sure I will; an' who knows but it's my daughter-in-law I might have you yet, _avillish!_ Yourself and Darby's jist about an age.