if there be such a
relationship), here--_here_ is your letter. Why is it not better
worth such tears, and such tenderly exaggerating faith?"

Curious, characteristic manoeuvre! His quick eye had seen the letter
on the floor where I sought it; his hand, as quick, had snatched it
up. He had hidden it in his waistcoat pocket. If my  had
wrought with a whit less stress and reality, I doubt whether he would
ever have acknowledged or restored it. Tears of temperature one degree
cooler than those I shed would only have amused Dr. John.

 at regaining made me forget merited reproach for the teasing
wordnetanger; my  was great; it could not be concealed: yet I think it
broke out more in countenance than language. I said little.

"Are you satisfied now?" asked Dr. John.

I replied that I was--satisfied and happy.

"Well then," he proceeded, "how do you feel physically? Are you
growing calmer? Not much: for you tremble like a leaf still."

It seemed to me, however, that I was sufficiently calm: at least I
felt no longer terrified. I expressed myself composed.

"You are able, consequently, to tell me what you saw? Your account was