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laced those of her gentle nature. He had wronged her, but they never filled with the fire of denunciation. She had looked her grief at him only through the tears he had raised in them, and had never attempted to dry. Yes, the diamond eyes entered everywhere, and into every form but that one where the red heat of revenge might have been expected to shrivel up and harden the issues of tears. Further on in the same evening, the jailer, a good-natured sort of fellow, came in to him while he was absorbed in these thoughts. He was at the time sitting on his bed. "A lady called in the dusk," he said, "and inquired if it was true you were here. I told her it was." "And what more?" asked the youth, as he started out of his day-dream. "But, stay--what like was she?" "I could scarcely see her," replied the man; "middling tail, rather young, as I thought--with a veil, through which I could see a pair of pretty, bright eyes." "Were they like diamonds?" cried the student, absolutely forgetting that he was speaking to an ordinary mortal about very ordinary things. "Ha, ha! I never saw diamond eyes," answered the jailer; "but I've seen glass ones in a doll's head looking very bright. Why, you 'aven't got mad, like some of the chicken-hearted birds in our cage?" "Yes," cried the youth, "I'm frantic-mad; but stay, have patience. Did she want to see me?" "Yes, she asked if she could; but when I told her she might, she seemed to get afeared to come into a jail, and said she would call again to-morrow night at the same hour." "Can you tell me nothing more of what she was like?--not she who was here this evening?" "Why, no; don't you think I know her kind? Oh, we see many o' them. They stick closest to the unfortunate, but 'tis because they are unfortunate themselves. Common thing, sir. Never feel for others till we have something to feel for ourselves. The visitor is a lady, sir." "Can you tell me nothing more?" said the student eagerly. "How was she dressed?" "A large, elegant cloak, sir; can scarcely say more." "Was it trimmed with fur?" "Not sure; but now, when I think, there was some lightish trimming--I mean lighter than the cloak." "And the bonnet?" "Why, I think velvet; but you'll maybe see her yourself to-morrow. The like o' her may do you good. The unfortunates who stick so close to the unfortunate do no good--they're a plaster that don't cure." "It is Maria!" ejaculated Dewhurst, as the jail
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