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Then Daniel , by a sudden revulsion , gave up every hope ; it never entered his mind that it could have fallen off by any accident . No ! now Kinraid was dead and drowned , and it was a bad job , and the sooner it could be forgotten the better for all parties ; and it was well no one knew how far it had gone with Sylvia , especially now since Bessy Corney was crying her eyes out as if he had been engaged to her . So Daniel said nothing to his wife about the mischief that had gone on in her absence , and never spoke to Sylvia about the affair ; only he was more than usually tender to her in his rough way , and thought , morning , noon , and night , on what he could do to give her pleasure , and drive away all recollection of her ill-starred love . To-night he would have her sit by him while Philip told his stories , or heavily answered questions put to him . Sylvia sat on a stool by her father 's knee , holding one of his hands in both of hers ; and presently she laid down her head upon them , and Philip saw her sad eyes looking into the flickering fire-light with long unwinking stare , showing that her thoughts were far distant . He could hardly go on with his tales of what he had seen , and what done , he was so full of pity for her .