Poor little
unfortunate Nina--my darling--my idol--my clipped-wing bird!"
It was Dr. Griswold's voice which trembled now, and Arthur's which
essayed to comfort him.
"I never dreamed of this," he said. "I knew you, with others, had
a liking for her, but you relinquished her so willingly, I could
not guess you loved her so well," and in his efforts to soothe his
friend, Arthur forgot his own sorrow in part.
It was time now for the Dr. to go, as the smoke of the coming
train was visible over the hills. "You need not accompany me
further," he said, offering his hand to Arthur, who pressed it in
silence, and then walked slowly back to Grassy Spring.
Those were terrible days which followed the visit of Dr. Griswold,
for to see Edith Hastings often was a danger he dared not incur,
while to avoid her altogether was utterly impossible, and at last
resolving upon a change of scene as his only hope, he one morning
astonished Grace with the announcement that he was going South,
and it might be many weeks ere he returned.
Since coming to that neighborhood, Arthur had been a puzzle to
Grace, and she watched him now in amazement, as he paced the
floor, giving her sundry directions with regard to Nina, and
telling her where a letter would find him in case she should be
sick, and require his personal attention.
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