He held her hand affectionately in his, and often drew her toward him, that he might kiss her cheek.
As she leaned over him, he smiled faintly, and imprinted a kiss upon her lips.
He came up to her, more gently now, and took up her hand to kiss it.
Her full lips were parted before him, but he did not kiss them.
Kiss me, my brother, and let my tears run only from my pride and joy!
She struggled for a second in his arms, and received his kiss with a little laugh.
Hester lifted her, and held her to kiss the sweet white face.
She did not kiss me; and nobody ever dreamt of expelling me.
There was in the kiss all that he could not say of respect, of affection and understanding.
The school, therefore, accepted the miracle, but refused the kiss.