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some cases, she invented gestures of her own that showed deeper
intuition than ours; and when, last of all, the air of the Carrier
Doves was played, a vision of our Solitary must have come before her
mind. Her lip trembling, she held an imaginary letter in her
fingers, and, brushing back the hair from her forehead (his very
gesture!), she passed her hand across her eyes, laid the make-believe
note in Rhoda's apron, and slipped out of the door without a word.
"'Mr. Man! Mr. Man! It is Mr. Man when he couldn't read his
letter!" cried the children. "Why doesn't he come to see us any
more, Miss Rhoda?"
'"He is doing some work for Miss Mary, I think," answered Rhoda, with
a teasing look at me.
'Lisa came back just then, and rubbed her cheek against my arm. "I
went to the corner," she whispered, "but he wasn't there; he is never
there now!"
'It was the remembrance of this astonishing morning that gave me
courage in the later lesson. She seems to have no idea of numbers--
there will be great difficulty there,--but she begins to read well,
and the marvel of it is that she has various talents! She is weak,
uneducated; many things are either latent or altogether missing in
her as yet, and I do not know how many of them will appear, nor how
long a process it will be; but her mind is full of compensations, and
that is the last thing I expected.
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