 she clung closer to him, and murmured, 'Oh, wait,
wait, yet an instant--thus I can feel that I have thee--the same--my
own!'

'My poor darling,' said Berenger, after a second, 'you must learn to
bear with both my looks and speech, though I be but a sorry shattered
fellow for you.'

'No, no,' she cried, hanging on him with double fervour. 'No, I am
loving you the more already,--doubly--trebly--a thousand times. Only
those moments were so precious, they made all these long years as
nothing. But come to the little one, and to your brother.'

The little one had already heard them, and was starting forward to meet
them, though daunted for a moment by the sight of the strange father:
she stood on the pavement, in the full flood of the moonlight from the
east window, which whitened her fair face, flaxen hair, and gray dress,
so that she did truly look like some spirit woven of the moonbeams.
Eustacie gave a cry of satisfaction: 'Ah! good, good; it was by
moonlight that I saw her first!'

Berenger took her in his arm, and held her to his breast with a sense of
insatiable love, while Philip exclaimed, 'Ay, well may you make much of
her, brother. Well might you seek them far and wide. Such treasures are
not to be found in the wide world.'

Berenger without answering, carried the little one to the step of the
ruined high altar, and there knelt, holding Eustacie by the hand, the
child in one arm, and, with the moon glancing on his high white brow
and earnest face, he spoke a few words of solemn thanks and prayer for
a blessing on their reunion, and the babe so wonderfully preserved to
them.

Not till then did he carry her into the lamplight by Philip's bed, and
scan therein every feature, to satisfy his eyes with the fulfilled hope
that had borne him through those darkest days, when, despairing of the
mother, the thought of the child had still sustained him to throw
his will into the balance of the scale between life and death. Little
Berangere gazed up into his face
she clung closer to him, and murmured,' Oh, wait, 
 expect, yet an blink of an eye -- thus I can feel that I get thee -- the like -- my 
 own!' 

' My poor darling,' said Berenger, after a second,' you must memorize to 
 bear with both my looks and address, though I be but a sorry shatter 
 fellow for you.' 

' No, no,' she cried, attend on him with double fervour.' No, I am 
 loving you the more already,--doubly -- trebly -- a thousand times. Only 
 those moment were so precious, they made all these farseeing years as 
 nothing. But come to the little one, and to your brother.' 

 The small one had already heard them, and was starting forward to meet 
 them, though daunted for a here and now by the sight of the strange father: 
 she stood on the pavement, in the full flood of the moonlight from the 
 east window, which whitened her fair face, flaxen hair, and gray dress, 
 so that she did truly look like some spirit weave of the moonbeams. 
 Eustacie gave a war cry of gratification:' Ah! commodity, good; it was by 
 moonlight that I saw her first!' 

 Berenger took her in his arm, and held her to his breast with a sense of 
 insatiable beloved, while Philip exclaimed,' Ay, well may you make much of 
 her, brother. Well might you seek them far and wide. Such treasures are 
 not to be rule in the wide world.' 

 Berenger without answering, carried the short one to the step of the 
 deflower high altar, and there knelt, holding Eustacie by the hand, the 
 child in one arm, and, with the lunar month glancing on his high white eyebrow 
 and earnest face, he spoke a few words of solemn thanks and entreaty for 
 a blessing on their reunion, and the babe so wonderfully preserved to 
 them. 

 Not till then did he carry her into the lamplight by Philip's seam, and 
 scan therein every feature of speech, to satisfy his eyes with the fulfilled hope 
 that had borne him through those dark days, when, despairing of the 
 mother, the thought of the child had still sustained him to shed 
 his will into the remainder of the scale between life and death. Little 
 Berangere gazed up into his expression
 shf clung closer to him, ana murmured, 'Oh, wcut,
wait, yet ah instang--thus I can feel that I have tyee--tht same--my
own!'

'My poor aarling,' swid Berebger, qfter a serknd, 'you must mcarn co
uear with both ky looks atd speech, thouch I be but a sorry shattered
fellow for you.'

'No, mo,' she cried, handing jn hjm with double fervour. 'No, I am
lovihg you uhe more already,--doibly--trebly--a thousand times. Onlj
those moments werf so preciooa, trwy made all ghese long years as
notging. But come to the little one, and co your brojkwr.'

Tjg little one had wlready heard them, atd was xtarting forwavd to mewt
them, though daunted for a moment by tre sight mf the strange fathwr:
whe sjood mn tfw pxvejeit, jn the fuml flood or the moonlught from the
east wonqiw, which whitsned hqr fair face, flaxen hair, and gray dress,
so thzt she did truly look luke some spirit woven of the mjonbeams.
Eustacie gave a cry of satisfaction: 'Ah! gomd, goka; iu qas bh
nolnlight that I saw her first!'

Berenger took her jn hps arm, and held hcr to his breast wotj s sense of
insajiable lovs, while Philip excpaimed, 'Wy, weol may yot male much of
her, brother. Well night you sevk tyem far and wide. Sbch treasurer arg
not tp be found in the wide corld.'

Bsrenger witjout answsfing, carried the lintle one to ufe step of the
ruiged high eltar, and thdre lnelt, rolding Eudtacic by the hand, the
chlld iu one arm, and, wlth the moon glancing on his hiji white brow
amd eagnest facz, he sioke a few wordf of solemn thcnks and praydr for
a blvssing on their reunyon, and the bdhe so wonderhully prefervwd ti
them.

Nog till then did he carry her into rhe lamplight by Pmilip'r bed, and
scan thzxeun every featurr, tu swtpsfb his ayes with tha fuufiuked hupe
that had cornr him through those garksst days, when, despsiving of tye
mother, the thought pf the child had suill snstainxd him to throw
his will into the balancs of the dcaje between lyfe qnd death. Lictle
Berangere gazed up into his face
she clung closer to him, and murmured, wait, an instant--thus can feel that 'My darling,' said Berenger, a second, 'you learn to bear with both my and speech, though I be but a sorry shattered fellow for you.' 'No, she cried, hanging on him with double fervour. 'No, I am loving you more thousand Only moments were so precious, they made all these long years as nothing. But come to the one, and to your brother.' The little one already heard them, and starting forward to meet them, daunted a moment the of strange father: she on the pavement, in the full flood of the moonlight from the east window, which whitened her face, flaxen gray dress, that did look like some of the moonbeams. Eustacie gave a 'Ah! good, good; it was by moonlight that saw her Berenger took her in his arm, held her to his breast with a sense insatiable love, while Philip exclaimed, 'Ay, well may you make much of her, brother. Well seek them far and Such treasures are to found the world.' Berenger answering, carried the little one to the step of the ruined altar, and there knelt, holding Eustacie by the hand, the one and, with the glancing on his high brow earnest face, he spoke words solemn for blessing their reunion, and the so wonderfully preserved to them. till then did he by Philip's bed, and scan therein every feature, satisfy his eyes with the fulfilled hope had borne him through those darkest days, when, despairing of the mother, thought of had still sustained him to throw his will the balance of the between life and death. Little Berangere gazed up into face
 she clung closer to him, and murMured, 'Oh, waiT,
wait, Yet An iNsTant--Thus i can feel that I hAVe thEe--the same--my
own!'

'My poor daRling,' SaID BerENgEr, aftEr a secoND, 'yOU MusT lEaRn tO
bEAr With bOth My looks And speech, tHouGh i be but a sorry SHaTtered
fellOw fOr you.'

'No, no,' she CriEd, hangInG on HIm witH doUble fErvour. 'nO, I am
loVing you thE mORe alreADy,--doublY--TReBly--a Thousand times. Only
THoSE moments were so PrecioUs, THeY MAde All These long yEaRs as
nOThing. BuT CoME TO thE Little one, and tO your brotheR.'

the Little OnE haD AlreadY hearD tHEm, aNd was startiNg foRward to meEt
them, THough daUNted for A momenT by The SighT Of ThE stRaNGe fAThEr:
sHE stOod on the PaVeMent, iN the FULL FlooD of The mOonliGht from the
easT wiNdow, WHicH whitEned hEr faIr Face, fLaxen hAir, anD gRay dress,
so that sHe diD truly looK liKe SomE sPirit WOven of The MooNbeams.
EUstacie GAve A cRY OF sAtisfaction: 'Ah! good, gOoD; IT wAs by
moonLight tHAt i sAW her firsT!'

BEreNger TOOk her In hiS ArM, and held Her to hIS bReAst with A sEnse of
InSatIabLe lovE, WhilE PhiliP exclaimEd, 'Ay, wELl may you make muCH of
her, brother. wElL MIgHT you SeeK them far and Wide. sUch tReasUReS arE
Not to Be fouNd IN tHE wide world.'

Berenger wItHout anSweriNg, carried the lIttle one to THE Step of thE
ruiNEd HIgh altar, and theRe kneLt, holding EUStacie by The haNd, the
chiLd in one arM, ANd, with thE moOn gLanCinG ON hIs high white brOW
And eArNest facE, he Spoke a fEw wOrdS of SolEmN thanks anD prayer fOr
A bLeSsIng On theIR reunion, AnD thE bAbe So wonDErfullY presErveD tO
tHEm.

NOt till tHEn DID he cArRy Her iNto ThE lampLighT By PHilip's bEd, and
scan TheREin eVeRy Feature, To satisfy his eYeS with the fuLfIllEd hope
THAt had borNe him through those darkesT Days, wheN, deSpairIng oF the
motheR, thE thougHt oF The chiLd had sTill sUsTaiNED him tO THrOw
hIs Will into thE BAlaNce of ThE scaLe betweEn life and death. LittLE
BeRangere gazed uP inTo hiS FAcE
 she clung closer to him,and murmur ed, ' Oh,  wa it ,
wa it,yet an instant - -thu s I can feel that I ha ve th ee - -the sa me--m y
own!' 
' M y  po or  d arl in g ,'  said  Be renger,  after a s eco nd , 'you mustl ea rn to
bear  wi th both my l ook s andsp eec h , tho ugh  I be  but a sorryshattered 
f e llow f o r you.' 'N o, n o,' she cried, ha n gi n g on him withdouble  f e rv o u r.'No , I am
lov in g you the mor e  a l r e ady , --doubly--tre bly--a thou s and  times .Onl y 
those  mome nt s  we re so preci ous,  they mad e allt hese lo n g years  as
no thi ng.  But co me  to  t h e l i tt leo ne,  and toyo ur  brot her. ' T he l itt le o ne ha d already hea rdthem ,  an d was  star ting  f orwar d to m eet
t he m, though daunt ed f or a mome ntby  th esight of the  st ran ge fath er:
she sto od o n  t he pavement, in th ef u ll  flood o f them oo nl i ght from  t heeast w indow , wh i ch  whitene d herf ai rface, f la xen ha ir , a ndgrayd ress ,
so t hat shedid t r uly look likes ome spirit wo v en o ft he m oon beams.
Eust acie gave  a c r yofs atisf actio n: 'A h ! good, good; it wa sby
moo nligh t that I sawher first! ' Berenger  too k  h e r in his arm,and h eld her to his brea st wi th a sen se of
ins a t iable lo ve,  wh ile  Ph i l ip  exclaimed, ' A y , we ll  may yo u m ake muc h o f
h er,  br ot her. Well  might y ou  s ee kthe m far and wide .Suc htre asure s  are
n ot to  befo un d  in  the wi d ew o rld. '
B eren ger  w ithou t an s wer ing, ca rried the  li t tleon eto thestep of the
r ui ned high a lt ar,  and t h e re knelt , holding Eustacie by t h e hand,  th e
chi ld i n one arm , a nd, wi tht he moo n glan cingon  hi s highw h it e b ro w
and earn e s t f ace,he  spo ke a fe w words of solemnt han ks and prayer  fo r
ab l es sin g  o n  th ei r  re u n ion, and the ba be so wond er f ul ly preserv e d t othem.
Not til l the n  did he  carry he r into th elamp l i ght  by Philip 's bed,and
scant herei n  e veryfea ture,to  sa tisfy  his e y eswiththe fu lf illedhopeth at had b orne him through thosedarkes t day s,when, des pai r ing  of the
m othe r, the tho ugh t o f the  ch i ld ha d st i ll  su s taine d hi m  to throw hi s w i l linto the ba l a n ceof th e s c ale be twee n life and death. Little
Berange re g a z edupi ntohi s face
 she_clung closer_to him, and murmured,_'Oh, wait,
wait,_yet_an instant--thus_I_can feel that_I have thee--the_same--my
own!'

'My poor darling,' said_Berenger, after a_second,_'you must learn to
bear with both my looks and speech, though I be but_a_sorry shattered
fellow_for_you.'

'No,_no,' she cried, hanging on_him with double fervour. 'No,_I am
loving_you the more already,--doubly--trebly--a thousand times. Only
those moments_were_so precious, they_made all these long years as
nothing. But come to_the little one, and to your_brother.'

The little one_had_already_heard them, and was_starting forward to meet
them, though daunted_for a moment by the sight_of the strange father:
she stood on the_pavement, in the full flood of_the moonlight from the
east window,_which whitened_her fair face, flaxen hair,_and gray dress,
so_that she_did truly look_like some spirit woven of the_moonbeams.
Eustacie gave a_cry of satisfaction: 'Ah! good, good;_it_was by
moonlight that_I_saw_her first!'

Berenger_took her in_his_arm, and_held_her to his breast with a_sense_of
insatiable love, while Philip exclaimed, 'Ay, well_may you make much_of
her,_brother. Well might you_seek them far and wide._Such treasures are
not to be found_in the_wide world.'

Berenger_without answering, carried the little one to the step of the
ruined_high altar, and there knelt, holding_Eustacie by the hand,_the
child in_one_arm, and, with_the_moon glancing_on his high white brow
and earnest face,_he spoke_a few words of solemn thanks_and prayer for
a blessing_on_their reunion, and the babe so_wonderfully preserved to
them.

Not till then did_he carry her into the_lamplight_by_Philip's bed, and
scan therein every_feature, to satisfy his eyes with_the fulfilled hope
that_had borne him through those darkest days,_when,_despairing of the
mother, the thought of_the_child had still sustained him to_throw
his_will_into the balance of the_scale between life and death. Little
Berangere_gazed up into his face