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nes!' And he quoted line after line, lingering over the cadences. 'It was my father's favourite of all,' she said, in the low vibrating voice of memory. 'He said the last verse to me the day before he died.' Robert recalled it-- 'Yet tears to human suffering are due, And mortal hopes defeated and o'erthrown Are mourned by man, and not by man alone As fondly we believe.' Poor Richard Leyburn! Yet where had the defeat lain? 'Was he happy in his school life?' he asked gently. 'Was teaching what he liked?' 'Oh yes--only--' Catherine paused and then added hurriedly, as though drawn on in spite of herself by the grave sympathy of his look, 'I never knew anybody so good who thought himself of so little account. He always believed that he had missed everything, wasted everything, and that anybody else would have made infinitely more out of his life. He was always blaming, scourging himself. And all the time he was the noblest, purest, most devoted----' She stopped. Her voice had passed beyond her control. Elsmere was startled by the feeling she showed. Evidently he had touched one of the few sore places in this pure heart. It was as though her memory of her father had in it elements of almost intolerable pathos, as though the child's brooding love and loyalty were in perpetual protest, even now after this lapse of years, against the verdict which an over-scrupulous, despondent soul had pronounced upon itself. Did she feel that he had gone uncomforted out of life--even by her--even by religion?--was that the sting? 'Oh, I can understand!' he said reverently--'I can understand. I have come across it once or twice, that fierce self-judgment of the good. It is the most stirring and humbling thing in life.' Then his voice dropped. 'And after the last conflict--the last "quailing breath"--the last onslaughts of doubt or fear--think of the Vision waiting--the Eternal Comfort-- '"Oh, my only Light! It cannot be That I am he On whom Thy tempests fell all night!"' The words fell from the softened voice like noble music. There was a pause. Then Catherine raised her eyes to his. They swam in tears, and yet the unspoken thanks in them were radiance itself. It seemed to him as though she came closer to him like a child to an elder who has soothed and satisfied an inward smart. They walked on in silence. They were just nearing the swollen river which roared bel
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