Capitolo 77
they-chatted as if any other feeling that gayeties filled her/it really terrible he/she heart-chatted thin to a curve in the road sandy and white course them in perspective of the river, and under a cluster to wide-scatter water-oaks that have darkened a broken mass of stone. "Miss Heartwell", George suddenly said, "sits here close to me, on these musk-covered stones, before we go us from there more distant, and it allowed me to say You anything that me enough I have held not says long. Does he/she want?" Lizzie didn't do it replies, but it timidly followed where he conducted, and he/she sat close to him on the lichen-covered stones. As it looked at George Marshall on, a stole of torn wound from his/her true blue eyes, and stirred by this evidence of the emotion, he said with deep-tuned up pathos: "Miss Heartwell, me The hook, and you know him/it. If it were a sin against the great God, I would say, I adore Him. I cannot hope for that do those torn wounds of crystal betray the existence of a love of relative for me? Nothing but love, that it doesn't form a league and pure, hooks for You, never brings me to Melrose. I can go away with the insurance that my love is returned, and being born in my heart the hope to come again some day, and does he/she ask her as my wife? Am I able?" The torn wounds still flowed by the pure fountain of Lizzie are innocent, tender heart, and its head arched as softly as a lily in the strong wind, but she firmly responded, pleasant, really, "Sì, me The hook also, and me promises, with God you/he/she is blessing, one day to become Your wife." "You dry then away those torn wounds, and allows me to see, in the depth of Your innocent eyes, that Your promise is solemn and unchangeable." "As my soul is imperishable, I am in deposit; and as Sky is true me, it will be faithful to Your love. Never doubt me. Here takes these, innocent flowers, modest children of the wild-wood-this the violets, as a pawn of my non false love; " and unclasping the gilded pin, she made the delicate fall of flowers in the hand open of his/her person in love.
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