Aylwin?' he suddenly said,
in a voice so magnetic from its very earnestness that I seemed for
the moment to feel the faintness of hunger.
'No, no,' I said, a tide of grief rushing upon me; 'but there is one
who perhaps--there is one I love more dearly than your mother loved
her babes--'
Sinfi rose, and came and placed her hand upon my shoulder and
whispered,
'She ain't a-starvin', brother; she never starved on the hills. She's
only jest a-beggin' her bread for a little while, that's all.'
And then, after laying her hand upon my forehead, soft and soothing,
she returned to Cyril's side.
'No one who has never wanted food knows what life is,' said
Wilderspin, taking but little heed of even so violent an interruption
as this.'No one has been entirely educated, Mr. Aylwin--no one knows
the real primal meaning of that pathetic word Man--no one knows the
true meaning of Man's position here among the other living creatures
of this world, if he has never wanted food. Hunger gives a new seeing
to the eyes.'
'That's as true as the blessed stars,' muttered old Mrs.
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