clasping and chafing it like a child's while he murmured reassuring words; but in a moment she freed herself, and looked up at him with wet lashes.
\"Does no one cry here, either? I suppose there's no need to, in heaven,\" she said, straightening her loosened braids with a laugh, and bending over the tea-kettle. It was burnt into his consciousness that he had called her \"Ellen\"—called her so twice; and that she had not noticed
clasping and chafing it like a child's while he murmured reassuring words; but in a moment she freed herself, and looked up at him with wet lashes.
\"Does no one cry here, either? I suppose there's no need to, in heaven,\" she said, straightening her loosened braids with a laugh, and bending over the tea-kettle. It was burnt into his consciousness that he had called her \"Ellen\"—called her so twice; and that she had not noticed
