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Go on with thy too-touching tale.\"\r\n\r\n\"Quietly I sat there sewing, not brave enough to look up at all, and\r\nthanking my good star, that had led me to so concealed a nook behind the\r\nrest: quietly I sat there, sewing on a flannel shirt, and with each\r\nstitch praying God, that whatever heart it might be folded over, the\r\nflannel might hold it truly warm; and keep out the wide-world-coldness\r\nwhich I felt myself; and which no flannel, or thickest fur, or any fire\r\nthen could keep off from me; quietly I sat there sewing, when I heard\r\nthe announcing words--oh, how deep and ineffaceably engraved they\r\nare!--'Ah, dames, dames, Madame Glendinning,--Master Pierre\r\nGlendinning.' Instantly, my sharp needle went through my side and\r\nstitched my heart; the flannel dropt from my hand; thou heard'st my\r\nshriek. But the good people bore me still nearer to the casement close\r\nat hand, and threw it open wide; and God's own breath breathed on me;\r\nand I rallied; and said it was some merest passing fit--'twas quite over\r\nnow--I was used to it--they had my heart's best thanks--but would they\r\nnow only leave me to myself, it were best for me;--I would go on and\r\nsew. And thus it came and passed away; and again I sat sewing on the\r\nflannel, hoping either that the unanticipated persons would soon depart,\r\nor else that some spirit would catch me away from there; I sat sewing\r\non--till, Pierre! Pierre!--without looking up--for that I dared not do\r\nat any time that evening--only once--without looking up, or knowing\r\naught but the flannel on my knee, and the needle in my heart, I\r\nfelt,--Pierre, _felt_--a glance of magnetic meaning on me. Long, I,\r\nshrinking, sideways turned to meet it, but could not; till some helping\r\nspirit seized me, and all my soul looked up at thee in my full-fronting\r\nface. It was enough. Fate was in that moment. All the loneliness of my\r\nlife, all the choked longings of my soul, now poured over me. I could\r\nnot away from them. Then first I felt the complete deplorableness of my\r\nstate; that while thou, my brother, had a mother, and troops of aunts\r\nand cousins, and plentiful friends in city and in country--I, I, Isabel,\r\nthy own father's daughter, was thrust out of all hearts' gates, and\r\nshivered in the winter way. But this was but the least. Not poor Bell\r\ncan tell thee all the feelings of poor Bell, or what feelings she felt\r\nfirst. It was all one whirl of old and new bewilderings, mixed and\r\nslanted with a driving madness. But it was most the sweet, inquisitive,\r\nkindly interested aspect of thy face,--so strangely like thy father's,\r\ntoo--the one only being that I first did love--it was that which most\r\nstirred the distracting storm in me; most charged me with the immense\r\nlongings for some one of my blood to know me, and to own me, though but\r\nonce, and then away. Oh, my dear brother--Pierre! Pierre!--could'st thou\r\ntake out my heart, and look at it in thy hand, then thou would'st find\r\nit all over written, this way and that, and crossed again, and yet\r\nagain, with continual lines of longings, that found no end but in\r\nsuddenly calling thee. Call him! Call him! He will come!--so cried my\r\nheart to me; so cried the leaves and stars to me, as I that night went\r\nhome. But pride rose up--the very pride in my own longings,--and as one\r\narm pulled, the other held. So I stood still, and called thee not. But\r\nFate will be Fate, and it was fated. Once having met thy fixed regardful\r\nglance; once having seen the full angelicalness in thee, my whole soul\r\nwas undone by thee; my whole pride was cut off at the root, and soon\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKJARMTCKP7G482YBMQ2P","peer_type":"subsection","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ231WG304V802SKVAKP","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZ2BCDBYWBQB8K8K4A48","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:54.339Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:21.025Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}