“My dear sister!” he exclaimed, with deep emotion.
From her bosom burst an hysterical cry. She sprang forward and laid her head upon his breast, sobbing as though her poor sorely tried heart would break.
CHAPTER III.—LOTTE’S FIRST LOVE.
Jul. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract to-night;
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say—it lightens. Sweet, good night!