He used to take her on his knee, and putting his face near hers, talk to her in loving whispers.

If only he were alive now.

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! She remained silent for a while.
"Aren't you anxious to see the ship ?" I asked.
She lowered her head still more so that I could not see anything of her face.
"I don't know," she murmured.
I had already the suspicion that she did not know her own feelings.