He was amazed at the hot
impetuous love which had taken possession of the boy--for he still
thought of him as a boy--and wondering how best to direct and control a
passion that had grown like a force of Nature, which it really was. Now
great and fervid emotions are supposed to be the true realization of
life, but they do not, as a rule, soften the nature they invade; very
frequently they render it cruel and indifferent to whomever or whatever
appears to stand in the way of its desires. John realized this fact in
Harry's case. He was going from home for a year, and yet he had never
before been so careless and unconcerned about his home.
It was not a pleasant train of thought, and he was pleased when it was
interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Hatton. "Why, John, my dear," she
said, "I was wondering if you had come home yet. Have you seen Harry?"
"Not since breakfast."
"He is with that girl, I suppose; or, if Lugur is at home, he is
watching the house she lives in."
"He is very much in love. We must make the best of it.
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