The depth of her dreamy eyes spoke not only of him
who had left them, but they told of the soul's instinct in regard to
that which was as yet unrevealed.
"Well, massa, I tinks de sun make up he mind to take a look out at us
once more," remarked Vingo, as seated astride a wood-horse, he was
making vigorous exertions to take the nautical expression from his young
master's boots.
"Then you have had rather a dark time of it at home here, have you,
Vingo? have been rather lonely?"
"Yes, 'deed it has, massa Harry; I 'fraid sometimes dat I lose my
self-complexion entirely, and I tinks you not find so much ob me left,
if it not for missy's bright light, dat shine along de way. Dare not
anoder like her, massa; but I dunno as dat's strange, for de stars not
come down to bathe in de ocean ebery day."
"You are getting sentimental, Vingo," and an expression of thought stole
over Harry's features, and he remained silent, for he could not bring
himself to disclose even to Vingo, his knowledge of the mystery in
regard to the fair creature who called him brother. He could not bear to
think that she was not his sister; and yet, had his memory not served
him thus, he must have observed how unlike she was to any member of
the family.
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