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Dear grandpapa, why do you cry when you kiss me?Dombey and Son ( Adelaide Library)
He only answers, Little Florence! little Florence! and smooths away the curls that shade her earnest eyes.
The voices in the waves speak low to him of Florence, day and night plainest when he, his blooming daughter, and her husband, beside them in the evening, or sit at an open window, listening to their roar. They speak to him of Florence and his altered heart; of Florence and their ceaseless murmuring to her of the love, eternal and illimitable, extending still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away.
Never from the mighty sea may voices rise too late, to come between us and the unseen region on the other shore! Better, far better, that they whispered of that region in our childish ears, and the swift river hurried us away!
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