Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when any trifling misunderstanding arises between us. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. . Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. Even the light was different in Athens, soft and golden, sweet as the morning dew blessed by Athena herself. Her patience was waning fast.
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