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God be praised! I do think you guess--I do think you guess! But oh, my dear, my dear, you don't know what 's in my heart for you. My little pearl of a Chris, can you care for such a bear of a man? Can you let me labour all my life long to make your days good to you? I love you so--I do. I never thought when the moment came I should find tongue to speak it, but I have; and now I could say it fifty thousand times. I'd just be proud to tie your shoe-string, Chris, my dear, and be your old slave and--Chris! my Chris! I've hurt you; I've made you cry! Was I--was I all wrong? Don't, don't--I'll go--Oh, my darling one, God knows I wouldn't--