And they were good girls after all, if one only had had
sense."
"Oh!--"
"Nonsense, Jenny," with a little smile, as he read her face, "I'm
not bitten--no--but they, and poor Lady Tyrrell, and all are proof
enough that it is easy to turn my head, and that I am one who ought
to keep out of that style of thing for the future. So do silence
Phil, for you know when he gets a thing into his head how he goes
on, and I do not think I can bear it now."
"I am sure you can't," said Jenny, emphatically, "and I'll do my
best. Only, Herbie, dear, do one thing for me, don't bind yourself
by any regular renunciations of moderate things now your mind is
excited, and you are weak. I am sure Julius or Dr. Easterby would
say so."
"I'll think," said Herbert. "But if I am forgiven for this year,
nothing seems to me too much to give up to the Great Shepherd to
show my sorrow. 'Feed My sheep' was the way He bade St. Peter prove
his love."
Jenny longed to say it was feeding the sheep rather than self-
privation, but she was not sure of her ground, and Herbert's low,
quiet, soft voice went to her heart.
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