Amy forgot everything but the danger of such exposure to her reckless friend . His cloak and hat lay on a chair ; she caught them up and glided unperceived from the long window . `` You are so imprudent I fear for you , and bring your things , '' said a timid voice , as the little white figure approached the tall black one , striding down the path tempestuously . `` You to think of me , forgetful of yourself ! Little angel of kindness , why do you take such care of me ? '' cried Casimer , eagerly taking not only the cloak , but the hands that held it . `` I pitied you because you were ill and lonely . You do not deserve my pity , but I forgive that , and would not see you suffer , '' was the reproachful answer , as Amy turned away . But he held her fast , saying earnestly , -- `` What have I done ? You are angry . Tell me my fault and I will amend . '' `` You have deceived me . '' `` How ? '' `` Will you own the truth ? '' and in her eagerness to set her fears at rest , Amy forgot Helen . `` I will . '' She could not see his face , but his voice was steady and his manner earnest . `` Tell me , then , is not your true name Sigismund Palsdorf ? '' He started , but answered instantly , -- `` It is not . '' `` You are not the baron ? ''
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Amy Casimer Helen Palsdorf danger eagerness face fault name pity