"I undervalued her heart," said Mordecai. "She is capable of rejoicing that another's plant blooms though her own be withered."
"Oh, they are dear good people; I feel as if we all belonged to each other," said Mirah, with a tinge of merriment in her smile.
"What should you have felt if that Ezra had been your brother?" said Deronda, mischievously--a little provoked that she had taken kindly at once to people who had caused him so much prospective annoyance on her account.
Mirah looked at him with a slight surprise for a moment, and then said, "He is not a bad man--I think he would never forsake any one." But when she uttered the words she blushed deeply, and glancing timidly at Mordecai, turned away to some occupation. Her father was in her mind, and this was a subject on which she and her brother had a painful mutual consciousness. "If he should come and find us!" was a thought which to Mirah sometimes made the street daylight as shadowy as a haunted forest where each turn screened for her an imaginary apparition.

"I undervalued her heart," said Mordecai. "She is capable of rejoicing that another's plant blooms though her own be withered."
"Oh, they are dear good people; I feel as if we all belonged to each other," said Mirah, with merriment.
"What should you have felt if that Ezra had been your brother?" said Deronda mischievously.
Mirah looked at him with slight surprise, and said, "He is not a bad man - I think he would never forsake anyone." Then she blushed deeply, glancing timidly at Mordecai: her father was in her mind. "If he should find us!" was a thought which sometimes haunted Mirah.
