I know you by your eyes."
"The mother clasped her own,--as who shall blame her?-and Dora's arms
and Dora's heart were empty, robbed of the nestling they had
cherished,--empty, as she said to herself, turning from the sight of
that maternal bliss, of the best love she had ever known, or could
ever hope."
Mr. Burroughs, who liked character-reading, watched her narrowly;
and when, presently, the whole party returned to Mrs. Legrange's
hotel, he quietly walked beside Dora, lingering a little, and
detaining her out of hearing of Mrs. Legrange and Teddy, who walked
on with Sunshine between them.
"Is virtue its own reward, Miss Dora?" asked he abruptly, when
almost half the distance between the two hotels was passed.
Dora looked at him a little puzzled; and then, as she read the
half-sympathizing, half-mocking expression of his face, answered,--
"You mean I am not happy in bringing Sunshine back to her mother;
don't you?"
"Exactly; and you told me once that no one ought to be rewarded for
doing what is right, because it is reward enough to know that we are
doing right."
"And so it is. I don't want any reward," said Dora rather hastily.
"No: but, if young Ginniss had not discovered the identity of the
child, my cousin would not have been unhappier than she has been for
two years; and you-would you not be at this moment better content
with life?"
Dora's clear eyes looked straight into his as she wonderingly
asked,--
"Do you want me to say I am sorry Mrs.
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