"When I saw _you_," I continued, somewhat amused at her manner,
"cast yourself on the earth to kiss the cold face of one you had loved
in life, I felt the tears of sympathy come to my own eyes."
"Oh, how strange!" she exclaimed, flashing on me a glance from her
green, mysterious eyes; and then, to increase my wonder and delight, she
deliberately placed her hand in mine.
"And yet not strange," said the old man, by way of comment on her words.
"It seemed strange to Yoletta that one so unlike us outwardly should be
so like us in heart," remarked the young man at her side.
There was something about this speech which I did not altogether like,
though I could not detect anything like sarcasm in the tone of the
speaker.
"And yet," continued the lovely girl, "you never saw him living--never
heard his sweet voice, which still seems to come back to me like a
melody from the distance."
"Was he your father?" I asked.
The question seemed to surprise her very much. "_He_ is our
father," she returned, with a glance at the old gentleman, which seemed
strange, for he certainly looked aged enough to be her great-grandfather.
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