The tune was familiar to her in happier days, and she listened to it with tears.
It looks as if the dew was on it; but the tears will not make it grow again—will they?
"Now you are angry with me," exclaimed the sensitive maiden; and she burst into tears.
Here the tumult of mingled emotion subsided in a flood of tears.
Yet his voice was unbroken and he was, indeed, unconscious ...