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On parting from young Taverney, Gilbert had plunged into the crowd. But not with a heart bounding with glee and expectation rather with the soul ulcerated by grief which the noble's kind welcome and obliging offers of assistance could not mollify.
Andrea never suspected that she had been cruel to the youth. The fair and serene maiden was completely unaware that there could be any link between her and her foster-brother, for joy or sorrow. She soared over earthly spheres, casting on them shine or shadow according to her being smiling or gloomy. This time it chanced that her shade of disdain had chilled Gilbert; as she had merely followed the impulse of her temper, she was ignorant that she had been scornful.