The labor of the day had been performed, and the servantstold the master not to rise as yet, or he might be wakenedfrom sleep by the noise of tramping in the streets. Mr.Crawford moved a little in his bed, and his wife laid herhand on his shoulder. Presently he noticed it. It seemed to befamiliar. Before he had time to dwell upon it, he began torecollect. In some way or other the woman had been roused andhad put her arms around him, and was saying something overand over again with kisses upon his face and lips. Mrs.Crawford was unable to say just what she did, but thecircumstance about the woman came back to her. It was theservant. But she had kissed him, and been kissed. There wasa great deal about it that was distressing to think of.Then he remembered that he had been kissed and cried foras a child. It was only a matter of years, and childrencried for everything. It was no more than childhood; it wasold enough to be the father of a grown man. But he had beenkissed, and she was his wife. It made a difference, even then,that she had been kissed. It would make a difference inthe future. And in the presence of this woman he had givenway to tenderness and sentiment. The last recollection inthe boy which he had, with painful vividness, still kept,was of his father's embrace, of the tears and kisses andcheers of all the little household; and then the first memorythat ever remained in his mind was, of his own great-grandfather, who had kissed him. He could notbe sure; but it seemed to him as if the man had kissed himwithout having kissed any one else. It seemed to him as ifeverybody else had been kissing somebody else, but thisgreat-grandfather had not been kissing anybody. It didn'tseem to him that his mother's lips could have been as softas his great-grandfather's; it seemed to him that his great-grandfather had kissed him for the sheer joy of kissing and nothingelse, the great-grandfather had not been doing anythingelse at all. And he had kissed his father, and cried for hisfather, and died, and his father had kissed him. And hehad cried for his father, and that had been the last time.
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