"It's only a silly little childish rhyme," said Henry; "some day I'll
write you far better."
Then, coming close to Angel, he whispered,--
This is Angelica,
Fallen from heaven,
Fallen from heaven
Into my arms.
Will you go back again,
Little Angelica,
Back up to heaven,
Out of my arms!
"No," said Angelica,
"Here is my heaven,
Here is my heaven,
Here in your arms.
"Not out of heaven,
But into my heaven,
Here have I fallen,
Here in your arms."
CHAPTER XXV
THE LAST CONTINUED, AFTER A BRIEF INTERVAL
After the long happy silence which followed Henry's recitation of his
verses, Angel at length spoke,--
"Shall I tell _you_ something now?" she said. "I'm almost ashamed to,
for I know you'll laugh at me, and call me superstitious."
"Go on, little child," said Henry.
"You remember the day," said Angel, in a hushed little impressive voice,
"I first saw you in father's office?"
Henry was able to remember it.
"Well, that was not the first time I had seen you.
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