But in a moment she looked up again, and made as though she would rise; and then I helped her, and we both stood on our feet.
Poor, beautiful, tormented Hedwig! I can remember it, and call up the whole picture to my mind.

She still leaned on my arm, and looked up to me, her loosened hair all falling back upon her shoulders; and the wonderful lines of her delicate face seemed made ethereal and angelic by her sufferings.
"My dear," I said at last, smoothing her golden hair with my hand, as I thought her mother would do, if she had a mother,--"my dear, your interview with my boy may be a short one, and you may not have an opportunity to meet at all for days.

If it does not pain you too much, will you tell me just what your troubles are here?
I can then tell him, so that you can save time when you are together." She gazed into my eyes for some seconds, as though to prove me, whether I were a true man.
"I think you are right," she answered, taking courage.

"I will tell you in two words.

My father treats me as though I had committed some unpardonable crime, which I do not at all understand.