This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... you have one, must be very proud of you." "No, no," he said, with a look of pain in his eyes. "I am neither brave nor noble; and my mother--yes, she's living." "But she doesn't know what you've done. Let me write to her for you." "Thank you, but I'm able to use my right hand, you see. But you might ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1900 edition. Excerpt: ... you have one, must be very proud of you." "No, no," he said, with a look of pain in his eyes. "I am neither brave nor noble; and my mother--yes, she's living." "But she doesn't know what you've done. Let me write to her for you." "Thank you, but I'm able to use my right hand, you see. But you might bring your children to see me some time." "Oh, I will, I will; and if a mother's gratitude and prayers can ease your pain, and help your recovery, you will soon be well again." "I am sure your sympathy will do me good," he answered evasively, " and the pain at the worst is not very bad." On the following day she came again and brought the two children with her. They looked with wondering eyes at Douglas, and kissed him in a cautious and uncertain way. They were neither of them old enough to realise what they had escaped, and for the same reason they had suffered no nervous shock. Yet because he had saved them his heart went out to them as it had never gone out to children before, and he did his best to overcome their shyness and win their affection. The mother watched her children with a glow upon her cheeks and a happy light in her eyes. She had come so near losing them that they seemed doubly precious to her. She did not know how to make enough of them. She was not haunted by any superstition that she might love them too much; her fear was rather that she might not love them enough. As Douglas watched her he thought of his own childhood and of the curious atmosphere of lovelessness in which he had lived. His mother was reckoned one of the saints of earth--a woman so other-worldly, so absolutely devoted to the claims of her religion, that nothing else was of any...
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