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The Monctons: A Novel, Volume I

CHAPTER XI
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It cannot be described, and can only be communicated through the same mysterious medium.
People may rave as they like about the absurdity of love at first sight; but the young and sensitive always love at first sight, and the love of after-years, however better and more wisely bestowed, is never able to obliterate from the heart the memory of those sudden and vivid impressions made upon it by the first electrical shocks of love.
How eagerly I watched the unclosing of those blue eyes; yet, how timidly I shrunk from their first mild rays.
Blushing, she disengaged herself from my arms, and shaking the long, sunny ringlets from her face, thanked me with gentle reserve for the service I had rendered.
"But for your prompt assistance, I must have lost my life, or at the very least been seriously injured.

My poor thanks will never convey to you the deep gratitude I feel." She gave me her hand with a charming frankness, and I touched the white slender fingers with as much reverence as if she had been a saint.
At this moment, we were joined by a handsome elderly lady, who ran into the shop, exclaiming in hurried tones: "Where is she ?--where is my child?
Is she safe ?" "Yes, dear aunt, thanks to this gentleman's timely aid, who risked his own life to save mine." "How shall we thank you--how shall we thank you, Sir ?" exclaimed the elderly lady, seizing my hand, and all but embracing me in an ecstacy of gratitude.

"You have rendered me a great service--a great service indeed.

Without that dear girl, life would be a blank to me.

My Kate, my Kate!" she cried, clasping the young lady in her arms, and bursting into tears, "you don't know how dreadfully I felt when I saw you under the hoofs of those horses.


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