10/17 She did not speak, and I knew not what to utter. A burning glow rose to my cheeks, and my heart fluttered with painful apprehension. That home of affluence was not mine,--it was only the asylum of my first days of orphanage. The maternal tenderness of Mrs.Linwood was nothing more than compassion and Christian charity, and the sisterly affection of the lovely Edith but the overflowing of the milk of human kindness. |