Dance Me to the End of Love

Dance Me to the End of Love
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¡¡¡¡ Then a yearning look came over the child and he began to cry. Sue thereupon could not refrain from instantly doing likewise, being a harp which the least wind of emotion from another's heart could make to vibrate as readily as a radical stir in her own. ¡¡¡¡ "You may call me Mother, if you wish to, my poor dear!" she said, bending her cheek against his to hide her tears. ¡¡¡¡ "What's this round your neck?" asked Jude with affected calmness. ¡¡¡¡ "The key of my box that's at the station." ¡¡¡¡ They bustled about and got him some supper, and made him up a temporary bed, where he soon fell asleep. Both went and looked at him as he lay. ¡¡¡¡ "He called you Mother two or three times before he dropped off," murmured Jude. "Wasn't it odd that he should have wanted to!" ¡¡¡¡ "Well--it was significant," said Sue. "There's more for us to think about in that one little hungry heart than in all the stars of the sky.... I suppose, dear, we must pluck up courage, and get that ceremony over? It is no use struggling against the current, and I feel myself getting intertwined with my kind. Oh Jude, you'll love me dearly, won't you, afterwards! I do want to be kind to this child, and to be a mother to him; and our adding the legal form to our marriage might make it easier for me."