Legrange has found her
child?"
"If it is true, yes; and I know you will," replied Mr. Burroughs
quietly.
"And so I would," said Dora, in the same tone; "but it is not true.
I am glad, not happy, but very glad, that Sunshine has come to her
mother at last,--her heaven, as she calls it. I do not deny that my
own heart is very sore, and that I cannot yet think of her not being
my child any more, without"--
She turned away her head, and Mr. Burroughs looked at her yet more
attentively than he had been looking.
"But, if you could, you would not go back, and arrange it that Teddy
should not come to your house? Word and honor now, Dora."
"Word and honor, Mr. Burroughs, I surely would not. Can you doubt
me?"
"No, Dora, I do not; but, in your place, I should doubt myself."
Dora looked at him with a frank smile.
"I would trust you in this place, or any other," said she simply.
"Would you, would you really, Dora?" asked Tom Burroughs eagerly,
while a slight color flashed into his handsome face. "Why would
you?"
"Because I feel sure you could never do any thing mean or
ungenerous, or feel any way but nobly"--
She paused suddenly, and a tide of crimson suffused her face and
neck. Mr. Burroughs, with the heroism of perfect breeding, turned
away his eyes, and suppressed the enthusiastic answer that had risen
to his lips.
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