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consciousness concerning her father. Was it true that his life was so much worthier than her own? She could not change for anything Felix said, but she told herself he was mistaken if he supposed her incapable of generous thoughts.
She heard her father coming into the house. She dried her tears, tried to recover herself hurriedly, and went down to him.
"You want your tea, father; how your forehead burns!" she said gently, kissing his brow, and then putting her cool hand on it.
Mr Lyon felt a little surprise; such spontaneous tenderness was not quite common with her; it reminded him of her mother.
"My sweet child," he said gratefully, thinking with wonder of the treasures still left in our fallen nature.
