Now, Uncle John, don't
frown, and draw away your hand; just listen to me a little while; I
am sure you will be glad." Then she repeated, in her pretty, girlish
way, touching in its earnestness, all Miss Greylston had told her.
"Oh, if you had only heard her say those sweet things, I know you
would not keep vexed one minute longer! Aunt Margaret told me that
she did not blame you at all, only herself; that she loved you
dearly, and she is so sorry because you seem cold and angry yet, for
she wants so very, very much to beg your forgiveness, and tell you
all this, dear Uncle John, if you would only--"
"Annie," he suddenly interrupted, drawing her closely to his bosom;
"Annie, you precious child, in telling me all this you have taken a
great weight off of my heart. You have done your old uncle a world
of good. God bless you a thousand times! If I had known this at
once; if I had been sure, from the first, of Margaret's forgiveness
for my cruel words, how quickly I would have sought it. My dear,
noble sister!" The tears filled John Greylston's dark blue eyes, but
his smile was so exceedingly tender and beautiful, that Annie drew
closer to his side.
"Oh, that lovely smile!" she cried, "how it lights your face; and
now you look so good and forgiving, dearer and better even than a
king.
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