It takes the heavy pain away," and Nina made a
gesture that Edith must not stop her, while Arthur, roused from
his apathy, also said,
"She has not wept before in years. It will be a great relief."
At the sound of HIS voice Nina lifted up her head, and turned
toward the corner whence it came, but Edith saw that in the glance
there was neither reproach nor fear, nothing save trusting
confidence, and her heart insensibly softened toward him.
"Poor Arthur," Nina murmured, and laying her head again on Edith's
bosom, she said, "Every body is sad where I am, but I can't help
it. Oh, I can't help it. Nina's crazy, Miggie, Nina is. Poor
Nina," and the voice which uttered these words was so sadly
touching that Edith's tears mingled with those of the young
creature she hugged the closer to her, whispering,
"I know it, darling, and I pity you so much. Maybe you'll get
well, now that you know me."
"Yea, if you'll stay here always," said Nina. "What made you gone
so long? I wanted you so much when the nights were dark and
lonesome, and little bits of faces bent over me like yours used to
be, Miggie--yours in the picture, when you wore the red morocco
shoe and I led you on the high verandah.
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