"Then I am old-fashioned. Do you live here?" "Not exactly," answered the carpenter. All who lived there aspired to be something greater, all who lived there had hope, even the slaves! Oh, Lucia, if you could have seen the Parthenon, or attended the plays at the Athaneum, you would know why I loved it there. He impetuously grasped a hold of her hand, looking for a callous. " "So do I!" she cried; "for then you would have been really my brother. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me. "Do you compare your love—a love which all may purchase—with hers? No one has ever loved me. ’ She bit her lip, and then turning her face away, emitted another sigh. “Promise.
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