He had confined them in his breast so long, that the moment he released them, they swelled and rose like the genius liberated from the chest of the fisherman, and refused to return to the prison-house they had quitted.

His brows contracted, his lips quivered, and turning aside with a spasmodic gesture, he covered his face with his handkerchief.
I could not bear this,--it quite broke my heart.

I felt as remorseful as if every tear he was hiding was a drop of blood.

Walking hastily to him, and laying my hand on his arm, I exclaimed,-- "Don't, my dear master!" and burst into tears myself.
How foolish we must have appeared to a bystander, who knew the cause of our tears,--one weeping that he loved too well, the other that she could not love in return.

How ridiculous to an uninterested person would that tall, awkward, grave man seem, in love with a young girl so much his junior, so childlike and so unconscious of the influence she had acquired.
"How foolish this is!" cried he, as if participating in these sentiments.