I guess she
used to pick on her for being big and fat. Though there is something to be said for your idea of a secret
convent, at least as a hiding place. The season was ripe for mating, she thought to herself
bitterly. Throwing down the
pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—"It isn't at all
like him! it isn't half handsome enough!" was about to efface the sketch, when
Thames darted into the room. "
"Ah!" ejaculated the widow, hiding her face. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but
jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find
them. Funny codgers, aren't they?" he said. ’
‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone
that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. ’
‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd
emotion at these words.
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