er forehead with a kiss that was,
indeed, pure and holy as a brother's: and Fanny felt that he had left
upon her cheek a tear that was not her own.
"Well," he said, with an altered voice, and taking the old man's hand,
"what say you? Shall I take up my lodging with you? I have a little
money; I can protect and aid you both. I shall be often away--in London
or else where--and will not intrude too much on you. But you blind, and
she--(here he broke off the sentence abruptly and went on)--you should
not be left alone. And this neighbourhood, that burial-place, are dear
to me. I, too, Fanny, have lost a parent; and that grave--"
He paused, and then added, in a trembling voice, "And you have placed
flowers over that grave?"
"Stay with us," said the blind man; "not for our sake, but your own. The
world is a bad place. I have been long sick of the world. Yes! come and
live near the burial-ground--the nearer you are to the grave, the safer
you are;--and you have a little money, you say!"
"I will come to-morrow, then. I must return now. Tomorrow, Fanny, we
shall meet again."
"Must you go?" said Fanny, tenderly. "But you will come again; you know
I used to think every one died when he left me. I am wiser now. Yet
still, when you do leave me, it is true that you die for Fanny!"
At this moment, as the three persons were grouped, each had assumed
a posture of form, an expression of face, which a painter of fitting
sentiment and skill would have loved to study. The visitor had gained
the door; and as he stood there, his noble height--the magnificent
strength and health of his manhood in its full prime--contrasted alike
the almost spectral debility of extreme age and the graceful delicacy
of Fanny--half girl, half child. There was something foreign in his
air--and the half military habit, relieved by the red riband of the
Bourbon knighthood. His complexion was dark as that of a Moor, and
his raven hair curled close to the stately head. The
soldier-moustache--thick, but glossy as silk-shaded the firm lip; and
the pointed beard, assumed by the exiled Carlists, heightened the effect
of the strong and haughty features and the expression of the martial
countenance.
But as Fanny's voice died on his ear, he half averted that proud face;
and the dark eyes--almost Oriental in their brilliancy and depth of
shade--seemed soft and humid. And there stood Fanny, in a posture
of such unconscious sadness--such childlike innocence; her
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