"Ah, you know it. But I do not believe that my mother would wish me not to love my best friends. She would be grateful to them." Here Mirah had turned to Mrs. Meyrick, and with a sudden lighting up of her whole countenance, she said, "Oh, if we ever do meet and know each other as we are now, so that I could tell what would comfort her--I should be so full of blessedness my soul would know no want but to love her!"
"God bless you, child!" said Mrs. Meyrick, the words escaping involuntarily from her motherly heart. But to relieve the strain of feeling she looked at Deronda and said, "It is curious that Mirah, who remembers her mother so well it is as if she saw her, cannot recall her brother the least bit--except the feeling of having been carried by him when she was tired, and of his being near her when she was in her mother's lap. It must be that he was rarely at home. He was already grown up. It is a pity her brother should be quite a stranger to her."

I do not believe that my mother would wish me not to love my best friends. She would be grateful to them." Here Mirah turned to Mrs. Meyrick, and with a sudden lighting up of her face, said, "Oh, if we ever do meet, I should be so full of blessedness my soul would know no want but to love her!"
"God bless you, child!" said Mrs. Meyrick involuntarily. Looking at Deronda, she said, "It is curious that Mirah, who remembers her mother so well, cannot recall her brother the least bit - except the feeling of having been carried by him when she was tired, and of his being near when she was in her mother's lap. It must be that he was rarely at home. He was already grown up."
